There is a young man
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Driving an old man's car
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Down the Pennsylvania Turnpike
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Where the treetops meet the stars
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There is a warm wind
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Blowin' down the lost highway
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And he don't know where he's goin'
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It don't matter anyway
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Cause the dreams pass through his mind
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Like the years he'll never find
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There is an old man
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Night shift at the Stop-N-Go
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He reads his dirty magazines
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And mops the bathroom floor
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He's lived a hard life
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He lost a digit in the war
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He keeps one hand on the shotgun
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And both feet on the floor
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And the old dreams fill his head
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When he lays down in his bed
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(Sometimes that's all you got left)
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There is a pretty girl
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Walking a yellow dog
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Right down Dekalb Avenue
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Where the MARTA meets the fog
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There is a wild wind
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Blowin' down the old railway
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And I wonder she's goin'
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She walks by every day
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Yeah I wonder where she's goin'...
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Yellow Dog Song
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| Shawn Mullins |
