| I was singing at the ol' Broken Spoke
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| I could have swore she came walking in
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| Forgot the words to a song that I wrote
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| Must be losing my mind once again
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| Her daddy is a southern Baptist preacher
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| I had to choose her or the bars where I sang
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| Now when I call I can’t seem to reach her
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| I’m gonna find her if it’s the last thing
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| So I’ll drive all night long
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| Till I find where we went wrong
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| But there’s no love in sight —
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| Just those lonely Lubbock lights
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| I was ready to give up the road
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| As I turned onto her street
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| But the silhouette there in her window
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| Was of someone who once looked like me
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| I’d placed a price on her heart
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| But someone else collected the bounty
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| Now this lost soul don’t know where to start
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| I think I’m lost somewhere in Hale County
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| That west Texas wind grew colder
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| As I left her further behind me
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| Sometimes I stop and cry on the shoulder
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| Cause every town I pass helps to remind me |