Back in the woods under ashes, there is a stone.
That says he was here a long time ago.
I wonder if he'll ever pass this way again.
But I know that no one ever goes home again.
I'm crossing over county lines,
I'm tired of drinking 3. 2 beer.
I'm crossing over in my mind,
Forget about the last five years.
Back in the woods along the dirt tracks, there is a house.
An old woman on the porch with three dogs one of them blind.
Who knows what will happen, or what blind dogs see?
I wish there was someplace I really wanted to be
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