(Mary Chapin Carpenter)
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The whippoorwills were crying in the falling rain
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Far away a whistle hailed a passing train
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Out in the country summer was almost gone
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The fields were turning rusty and the hills were turning brown
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Now I think of you when summer stars are on the rise
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I think of you with a bottle of wine and lazy eyes
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Playing rock and roll songs on an old guitar
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Getting drunk and sleeping out in my backyard
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Now sometimes I just lie awake and I hear the wind
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Blowing through the seasons of my heart again
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My dreams are mostly lost and found on other streets, in other towns
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But babe, you know, I still look out for you
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The cars were all abandoned on the city streets
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When snow had left us stranded then we used our feet
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And wound up drinking whiskey in a crowded bar
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And now when it starts storming I wonder where you are
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'Cause you said that I was crazy to believe in you
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You said to never trust a man who sings the blues
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Well trust and that old guitar was all you'd ever need
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If you found a way to love the girl in me
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Other boys I knew were just like shiny dimes
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Tossed and spent, they came and went a hundred times
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Nothing was as rough on me as giving up on you
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Now it seems like every bar in town's got boys who sing the blues
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Other Streets, Other Towns
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Mary Chapin Carpenter |