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That mornin sun made it's way
through the windshield of my chevrolet
whiskey eyes and ashtray breath
on a chert rock gravel road
what the hell did I do last night
thats the story of my life
like trying to remember words
to a song nobody wrote
and it's saaaaaaaaddd and it's loooooonnnng
can't nobodyyyyyy sing along
it's a southbound train
it's a whistle in the wind
ain't no one there to care where I've been
I'm hummin on that lonesome song again...
Sing it JJ!
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courtesy of BoneKrusher
"Baseball? It's just a game. As simple as a ball and bat, yet as complex as the American spirit it symbolizes. It's a sport, a business and sometimes a religion."
Ernie Harwell
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