Theres a strange serenity in walking down a road Barely touched by mans feet aside a jetblack river Coloured by the lights of the street And the infamous absence of the big old sun Ive got Nebraska in my ears, whats behind is in my fears Well, Ive never so much in my nineteen years Missed the warm, wet, feeling of tears Of tears Theyre running down my face and running down my mind Like when rubber hits the road, casting out dust behind And tail lights disappear across the starspread sky And I just keep on walking, walking by, with Nebraska in my ears. Whats behind is in my fears Well, Ive never so much in my nineteen years Missed the warm, wet, feeling of tears Of tears Harmonica Solo Ive got Nebraska in my ears Whats behind is in my fears Well, Ive never so much in my nineteen years Missed the warm, wet, feeling of tears Of tears
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