Finally....A fresh Zekording.
Woke up in Middlefield this morning
Slept in my car down by the tracks
I don't remember just how I got here
But I know that there's no going back
You said goodbye to me on Monday
You said you won't be coming back
Don't know what day it is I think it's Sunday
I guess it's time I faced the fact
That you ain't never coming back
I hear that train a'comin'
I hear that lonesome whistle blow
But I don't feel too much like running
This time I've got nowhere to go
Woke up in Middlefield this morning
Pulled my car right out on them tracks
It really don't matter just how I got here
This time there ain't no going back
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