FAVORITE COUNTRY MUSIC LYRICS.

A THREAD.

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“At a truck stop diner just outside of Lincoln, The night is black as the coffee he was drinkin& #39;”

First thing I remember known’
Was a lonesome whistle blowin& #39;
And a youngin& #39;s dream of growin& #39; up to ride
On a freight train leavin& #39; town
Not knowin& #39; where I& #39;m bound
And no one could change my mind but Mama tried