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i want a country soundtrack to my day. driving drums and a wail that would strip the rust off a 1930s espresso machine. honky-tonk poses and snickers. framed pictures of gerald ford and abraham lincon on the wall right next to the broken coke machine. smoke and tar covering every available surface. i'll take out a cigarette and light it with another lit cigarette. order a coffee and add a bit of whiskey to it. i'll step out and hop into my station wagon - home. drive to the next town on borrowed money and hope to hell that the engine will make it.