I'm looking at a funeral wagon rolling down
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A two-lane highway winding past a desert town
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A big blue canvas painted by the Master's hand
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The shifting clouds above and endless miles of sand
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In that mirror maybe that's what's left of me
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Wheezing like a freight train hauling sixty tons of steel
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Air 'em out's the best release and get some rest
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Carrie don't wait up for me the brakeman's going West
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[Chorus]
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In this room all alone
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I dream of you
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In this drawer I found someone
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I never knew
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Now I pop a top and stay up late with Gideon
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And fall asleep to visions of Meridian
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I've seen dusty beaten delta boys cutting heads
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A black face carney showman scare a song to death
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In my short life I've seen as much as most men need
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Now I'm just looking for some cleaner air to breathe
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[Repeat chorus]
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Far away, far away
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So many years, so many days
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All along this broken land
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I've seen a lover's empty arms
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And hunger's empty hand
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[Repeat chorus]
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Jimmie Rodgers' Dream
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| Leon Russell |
