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Half Way To Memphis
Wasted broke in Kankakee,
down from Montreal
I'm half way to Memphis,
with no one left to call
Guitar strings bust or missing,
motel clerk at my door
I'm half way to Memphis,
bathroom window as before
The years have run their distance,
all memories in default
I'm half way to Memphis,
the songs all packed in salt
And one last time I'm leaving,
the highway cold and black
I'm half way to Memphis
-no way of turning back
(Memphis Tennessee: September, 1991)
down from Montreal
I'm half way to Memphis,
with no one left to call
Guitar strings bust or missing,
motel clerk at my door
I'm half way to Memphis,
bathroom window as before
The years have run their distance,
all memories in default
I'm half way to Memphis,
the songs all packed in salt
And one last time I'm leaving,
the highway cold and black
I'm half way to Memphis
-no way of turning back
(Memphis Tennessee: September, 1991)
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Half Way To Memphis
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