Misc Originals – Alana Brezenski - The 205 To Mobile (Guitar)

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We didn't meet at no bar,  we didn't meet at church

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Just passed on the street in the dead of winter

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She dropped her purse and I picked it up

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Stunned by her beauty, I said can I buy you dinner

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She said im not that kinda girl

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and from the looks of you you aint no winner

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Too close to spring I headed back to daddy's farm

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I got at least 8 months to work on my charm

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Here at the depot in Greer, just waiting on my train

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Cash crops out of the field, planting dont start til early spring

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But if I could make her my own, how the angels would sing

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going back to Mobile once more, to try and give her my ring

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I'm just a poor farmer son its all I've ever been

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I cant leave til the end of fall or the crops wont come back again

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but every winter I head out of Carolina to give another try

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to win the love of the girl that day just happened to catch my eye

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8 months later I saw her, but she didnt see me

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renewing her license at the DMV

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I dropped my papers in a faked type of rush

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she picked em up and looked at me kinda flushed

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she said I saw you before but I dont remember

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I said I picked up your purse in the dead of winter

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She pretended not to hear as she headed for the door

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I pretended not to watch as she swept across the floor

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Here at the depot in Greer, just waiting on my train

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Cash crops out of the field, planting dont start til early spring

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But if I could make her my own, how the angels would sing

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going back to Mobile once more, to try and give her my ring

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When the last bushel came in and the corn was plowed under

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My old truck roared to the depot like the afternoon thunder

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This time I bought a one way, I'm not coming back without her

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Daddy's land might have to wait to the weddings over

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I asked with the locals where she is, if they'd seen her

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An old lady on the street stopped and said she remembered

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She saw in the paper not two weeks ago

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An 18 wheeler from Chicago with a company logo

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blew through the red light and hit her car broadside

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on the way to Providence Hospital in the ambulance she died

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I spent too long trying to bring the crops in

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now I dont have no reason to go back there again