| Amelia Jean, be a good little soldier
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| I drove to Richmond with your love in my back
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| Chasing trains won’t stop you getting older
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| Amelia Jean, wait for me by the tracks
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| Drove 84 to the grave of Buddy Holly
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| I’m out the sunroof and full of Texas wind
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| Amelia Jean, is it warm back home in L.A.
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| I’ll write you when I know where to begin
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| Whoa Amelia (I can feel you when the wind dies down)
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| I can feel ya (I can feel you when the wind dies down)
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| In my bones
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| Amelia Jean, you’re such a brave little soldier
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| I drove to Nashville when your sister called, concerned
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| Some people stay, some are born to run away
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| Amelia Jean, I’m sure you’ll get your turn
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| Whoa Amelia (I can feel you when the wind dies down)
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| I can feel ya (I can feel you when the wind dies down)
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| Whoa Amelia (I can feel you when the wind dies down)
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| I can feel ya, I can feel ya
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| In my bones
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| Amelia Jean, you went and married a soldier
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| I swear I never meant to leave you in the rain
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| So I’ll come back to take the weight off your shoulder
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| Amelia Jean, come on let’s chase the train
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| Come on
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| Whoa Amelia (I can feel you when the wind dies down)
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| I can feel ya (I can feel you when the wind dies down)
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| Whoa Amelia (I can feel you when the wind dies down)
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| I can feel ya, I can feel ya
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| In my, in my bones |