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Denny Carleton - Further Down the Line lyrics
It’s a mean and dreadful sorrow, When she’s never coming back. No money left to borrow, No train left on the track. But if it never runs again, It would be too soon. And I will take my pen and I will howl at the moon. And if I never write a song I know that I have tried, I have tried my best to belong I’ll know I have not lied. I’ll try to reach the bleachers, You can check my next at bat. I won’t contradict the preacher, I will check my coat and hat. And if I go to Memphis I will go to Tennessee; I will be a success, I will try to be free. But if you try to wound me I will take it on my chin, I will turn around and I will pray just like my evil twin. If you try to analyze You are wasting all your time, 'Cause it’s O.K. from where I sit; I’m further down the line. |
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