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Ryan Adams Rural Free Delivery

: on the eastern highway we ride windshield wipers disperse the rain from the sky what's left is ivy and vine all the letters i'd sent back home never

: oh where, oh where were you last night? looked for you at the county fair you were nowhere you were nowhere and i looked for you on the macon,

: if angels are messengers from god, please send one down to me if angels are messengers from god, i wrote a letter he should read been living on

: see old mabel walk on down the house pickin flowers for someone else see old mabel walk down the house said son, better go on back inside storm

my heart is sinking fast just like the titanic my heart is pumping blood that's turning blue well, i just want this cruise and i just can't imagine

pawn shop ain't no place for a wedding ring six months from now, what will that money mean? you shop around looking for memories somehow satisfaction

oh where, oh where were you last night? looked for you at the county fair you were nowhere you were nowhere and i looked for you on the macon, georgia

on the eastern highway we ride windshield wipers disperse the rain from the sky what's left is ivy and vine all the letters i'd sent back home never