Amelia Jean, be a good little soldier
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I drove to Richmond with your love in my back
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Chasing trains won't stop me getting older
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Amelia Jean, wait for me by the tracks
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Drove 84 to the grave of Buddy Holly
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I'm out the sunroof and full of Texas wind
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Amelia Jean, is it warm back home in LA?
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I'll write you when I know where to begin
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Whoa, Amelia,
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(I can feel you when the wind dies down)
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I can feel you
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(I can feel you when the wind dies down)
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In my bones
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Amelia Jean, you're such a brave little solider
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I drove to Nashville when your sister called, concerned
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Some people stay, some are born to run away
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Amelia Jean, I'm sure you'll get your turn
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Whoa, Amelia,
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(I can feel you when the wind dies down)
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I can feel you
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(I can feel you when the wind dies down)
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Whoa, Amelia,
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(I can feel you when the wind dies down)
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I can feel you, I can feel you,
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In my bones.
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Amelia Jean, you went and married a solider
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I swear I never meant to leave you in the rain
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So I'll come back to take the weight off your shoulder
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Amelia Jean, come on, let's chase the train
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Come on
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Whoa, Amelia,
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(I can feel you when the wind dies down)
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I can feel you
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(I can feel you when the wind dies down)
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Whoa, Amelia,
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(I can feel you when the wind dies down)
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I can feel you, I can feel you,
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In my, in my bones.
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Amelia Jean
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| Jack's Mannequin |
