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I never thought I'd spend a night at the Knoxville bus station
But the buses weren’t going anywhere since the big storm came through
The payphone didn't work and I could not afford it anyway
Anyway, I'd spent my last dime gettin’ back to you
I was listening to my Walkman on the bus that they left running
I looked up and down the aisle but saw no bowties around
There were no secret agents, just some poor pathetic people
Caught sight of myself in the window you can guess what I found
I was sleeping on the floor
I was eating off of these cafeteria vouchers for you
But what was I doing it all for
Hell, you barely even answered my letters anymore
Instrumental break (verse)
And I still have Cincinnati to sit through
It was two in the morning when the bus pulled in the station
You were supposed to pick me up but you were nowhere to be found
You were out gallivanting with some local Cassanova
I had come 1000 miles, he came from just across town
I can't stand the smell of diesel anymore
I can't stand the sight of exit signs and fast food restaurants
I'm not traveling anymore
I’m gonna find me a South Carolina girl and never let her go
Now I'm sitting here alone at the Atlanta bus station
My heart just wrecked by a brown haired girl half a world away
but I guess i always knew that you would not be true
but romantic minds have to find out the hard way
and we still have Cincinnati
I still have Cincinnati that I can masturbate to
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I don't want to see you moping around
I don't really care about what she did last summer
I just want to see you back in the saddle again
I don't want to hear none of that suicide talk
A gun in the mouth, never ends well
I just want to see you out on the highway again
Don't you know that there is somebody for everybody
Even Jamie gets lucky sometimes
So keep your eyes on the road and off of that rear-view mirror
I don't want to hear about you lurking around
People gonna think you're out there stealing copper
I just want to see you up on your high horse again
Cuz she ain't never coming back and she ain't writing any songs
And the sooner you accept that the sooner we can all just move along
So put down your guitar and pick up your lazy bones
Don't you know that there is somebody for everybody
Ain't nobody ever told you about the fish in the sea?
Put your line in the water and forget about the ones that got away
We never saw what you saw in her anyway
We never understood
We only want to have our old buddy back again
To drive around the neighborhood
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No Difference
03:45
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This town, has a chip on its shoulder
The size of Michigan
And the people don’t change around here, we just get older
Thinking nineteen-something and five is coming back again
You gotta get out while you can
You gotta get out while you can
This town is a long way from heaven
But it’s just a short drive from everywhere you’ve been
You’re too far north to have the proper charm or breeding
And you’re too far south to be thick skinned
This town is always waiting for something
But nothing’s all that ever comes
Don’t worry I still love you…
The girl that you love and you know loves you too
Cannot find you
From the time or the place that she’s in
So you just sit around here, waiting for the dog to die
So you can finally pack it all in
The sun won’t shine where you keep your old postcards
And some men will die alone
Don’t worry I still love you…
From the east side refineries to the old Polish village
Tucked away in the attic with the old Bernz-o-matic
With your old service medals, and the dust always settles
There’s a letter you never mailed right next to a trophy shaped like a bowling pin
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