If I lay my head on the rail here in Texas Will I hear your train rolling far away Will I hear the sound of the rain in Montana As Ive been to the tracks on this hot Texas day And I hear your whispers, they turn into twisters And tear through the east Texas sky And I can hear your laughter falling from the rafters Breezing up the dust like the stars burning bright If lay my head on the rail here in Texas Will I hear the sound as you walk across the track Will I shed a tear as your footsteps I hear And I realize my dear that you aint coming back And I har your whispers, they turn into twisters And tar through the east Texas sky And I can hear your laughter falling from the rafters Breezing up the dust like the stars burning bright And I hear your whispers, they turn into twisters And tear through the east Texas sky And I can hear your laughter falling from the rafters Breezing up the dust like the stars burning bright As I lay my head on the rail here in Texas The thunder of the wheels slowly start to wain Still I press down my ear until nothing I hear And the tracks of my tears made the tracks of the train
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