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Darkness on the fenceposts

And a whistle from a train

Water in the corn rows

And a window to the rain

Count your miles from the lightning

Lay your money down

Count your blessings against the thunder

Take the thorns out of your crown

Well it’s no more highway rolling

No more sundown ride

No more Carolina

No more great divide

The words to keep from dying

There ain’t a man can find

But the words to keep on living

Is what you left behind

Songs on painted shadows

Bleed on broken roads

Paved from here to heaven

With anything but gold

And anything but simple

It always was your kind

From the straight and narrow running

Along the straightest line

Darkness on the fenceposts

And a whistle from a train

Water in the corn rows

And a window to the rain

Count your miles from the lightning

Rest your tired eyes

Count your blessings against the thunder

Kiss the years goodbye

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