| conviction |
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| i grew up ina small town, spent the winters |
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loading box cars full of beans
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| never gave that much thought where that train was headed, |
| maybe south to new orleans |
| chorus: with 80 acres left to plant, & no one left in town |
| that old john deere don't drive itself, i guess i'll stick around |
| things aint what they used to be |
| we used to drive on icey streets at night |
| and let the cops chase us around |
| used to shine our cars all day long |
| so the moonlight would shine back to the stars |
| half me friends are leaving on by one |
| taking the high road out of town |
| the other half done lost their shirts |
| the price of corn and beans keeps coming down |
| there's half a chance of rain next week |
| all our money's bettin' on the ground |
| that's half a chance that we'll be here next year |
| if next week's rain comes falling down |
| things aint what they used to be |
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