On the eastern highway we ride Windshield wipers disperse the rain from the sky What's left is ivy and vine All the letters I'd sent back home Never express the idea of how a young man Can be so far from home
Take your guns to town Don't take your guns to town Take your guns to town Don't take your guns to town
Stumble down main street alone Just gotten home with my hand on the phone I was drinking alone on the quilted (? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? )
Take your guns to town Don't take your guns to town Take your guns to town Don't take your guns to town
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