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What¡¯s the temperature darling? 100 and more
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The horses pawing out the dust, but it¡¯s Wilton by the door
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But you pour your strongest coffee and I¡¯ll take back of the wheel
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We¡¯ll drive straight down the river road, spread a blanket on the hill
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What¡¯s the temperature darling? I don¡¯t stare into the past
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There was nothing that we could change or fix, it was never gonna last
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Now don¡¯t stare into those photos, don¡¯t memorize my eyes
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We¡¯re just a mile or two from Memphis in the rhythm of our minds
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(Chorus)
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A mile or two from Memphis
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And I must go away
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I tore up all the highways
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Now there¡¯s nothing left to say
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A mile or two from Memphis
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And I finally made it home
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(Verse)
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There were days you paced the kitchen, there were nights that felt like jail
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When the phone rang in the dead of night you¡¯d always throw my veil
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No, you never touched the whiskey and you never took the pills
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I travelled for a million miles while you were standing still
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(Verse)
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What¡¯s the temperature darling as the daylight fades way?
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I¡¯ll make one last rehearsal with one foot in the grave
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We kept the house on all the corners, we kept the polished bass guitar
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We kept the tickets and the wheels of tape to remember who we are
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(Chorus)
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A mile or two from Memphis
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And I must go away
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I tore up all the highways
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There¡¯s nothing left to say
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A mile or two from Memphis
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And I finally made it home
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What¡¯s the temperature darling?
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Etta's Tune
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Rosanne Cash |