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TRISHA YEARWOOD >> Merchandise Links
TRISHA YEARWOOD
(Angelo/Kim Richey) I left home with nothing but a few tears in my eyes Now I'm halfway down the interstate past Highway 99 It's just me and one good wiper blade up against the rain And I still hear the echoes of those bitter words we said I could drive a million miles and never drive them from my head Those words we said No matter how I try I can't get far enough away Every sad song on my radio sounds like it's custom made By some devil on my shoulder that keeps whispering in my ear Those words that wounded like an arrow to the heart And keep me drivin', drivin'
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