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Apr 23, 2004 17:20

I'm out of cigarettes and I'm down to my last drag.

I'd sure hate to break down here.
Nothing up ahead or the rear view mirror
Out in the middle of nowhere
I'm in trouble if these wheels stop rolling.
God help me, keep me moving somehow.
Don't let me start this now
I made it this far without crying a single tear.
I'd sure hate to break down here.

I don't know what I'd do if one more thing goes wrong.

Country always cheers me up. Always.
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