I can hear the wheels
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Of the automobiles
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So far away -
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Just moving along through the drifting snow
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It's times like these
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When the temperatures freeze
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I sit alone just looking at the world
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Through a storm window
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And down on the beach
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The sandman sleeps
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Time don't fly
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It bounds and leaps
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And a country band
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That plays for keeps
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They play it so slow
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[Chorus:]
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Don't let your baby down
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Don't let your baby down
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Don't let your baby down
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Well, the spirits were high
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'til the well went dry
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For so long the raven at my window
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Was only a crow
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I bought the rights
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To the inside fights
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And watched a man
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Just beating his hand
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Against a storm window
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While miles away
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O'er hills and streams
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A candle burns
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A witch's dreams
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And silence is golden
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Till it screams
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Right through your bones
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[Chorus]
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Storm windows - Gee but I'm getting old
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Storm windows - keep away the cold
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Storm Windows
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John Prine |