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• Artiste: Trailer Park Troubadours
• Titre: Primer Gray Impala
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She pulled up to the diner In a worn out Chevrolet She stared into the menu But her eyes were far away I watched her as she came in From the muggy Memphis air In a wrinkled pair of khakis And her sandy wind blown hair The car that she'd pulled up in Was not stranger to the road A ten year old Impala And every miles showed A flat grey coat of primer Made it look like chiseled stone And a back seat full of boxes Carried everything she owned If I were a braver man I'd sit down by her side And try to find out what it is she hides behind those eyes What it is she's running from or why it is she waits In her primer gray Impala with the Oklahoma plates She looked like she'd been crying But tried to change her mood She drank her cup of coffee But barely touched her food I couldn't help but notice As her left hand touched her chin A line around her finger Where a wedding band had been If I were a braver man I'd sit down by her side And try to find out what it is she hides behind those eyes What it is she's running from or why it is she waits In her primer gray Impala with the Oklahoma plates She paid her check in quarters After going through her purse And I watched her get back in her car And drop it i reverse And she lingered and I thought she might Go back the way she came But she made a sharp right turn and headed Down the eastbound lane