Well the whole town came out to watch
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The day they paved the parking lot
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Somebody hung a ribbon up
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And then they cut it down
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And that big White Rose up on that sign
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Was innocence in all our lives
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And you could see it's neon lights
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Half a mile out
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Gas was fifty cents a gallon
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And they put it in for you
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And they pumped your tires and checked your oil
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And washed your windows too
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And we'd shine those cars as bright as bright
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And we'd go park underneath that light
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And stare out at the prairie sky
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There was nothing else to do
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But now there's plywood for glass
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Where the windows all got smashed
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And there's just a chunk of concrete
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Where those old pumps used to stand
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There's a couple of cars half out of the ground
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And that old sign still spins 'round and 'round
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But I guess the White Rose filling station's just a memory now
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And the girls would spend a couple of bucks
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Just to meet the boys working at the pumps
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They'd grow up and fall in love
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And they all moved away
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Strangers used to stop and ask
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How far they'd driven off the map
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But then they built that overpass
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And now they stay out on the highway
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And now there's plywood for glass
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Where the windows all got smashed
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And there's just a chunk of concrete
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Where those old pumps used to stand
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There's a couple of cars half out of the ground
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And that old sign still spins 'round and 'round
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But I guess the White Rose filling station's just a memory now
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And that neon sign was the heart and soul of this old one-horse town
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And it's like it lost it's will to live
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The day they shut it down
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And now there's plywood for glass
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Where the windows all got smashed
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And there's just a chunk of concrete
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Where those old pumps used to stand
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There's a couple of cars half out of the ground
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And that old sign still spins 'round and 'round
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But I guess the White Rose filling station's just a memory now
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I guess the White Rose filling station's just a memory now
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White Rose
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| Fred Eaglesmith |
