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Red ribbons hang in a tennessee square
Old people laughing and singing and dancing down there
I’d like to join them, I got no money to spare
So I sit here and watch from the porch
Drinkin whiskey in granddaddy’s chair.
Ferris wheel lights look like pictures I’d seen in a book somewhere
Vacant parking lots across the street remind me I’m going nowhere
I’d like to join ’em, I got no money to spare
So I sit here and I watch from the porch
Drinkin whiskey in granddaddy’s chair
It’s difficult to go on knowing you’re out there somewhere
Vacant parking lots across the street remind me I’m going nowhere.
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