bop
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13.27 miles later
I'm laying in my driveway
trying to count the stars
I'm doing god a favor
In hope you wont seem as far
I want to go home
300 miles away
Mama started goin’ gray some years ago.
Her body’s breakin’, or so she tells me
All damn night and all damn day as she cries.
I’ve got to agree; she never used to
Cry her eyes and ears off all the damn time.