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• Artiste: Tom Flannery
• Titre: Johnson's Station
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Occasionally someone will pass with eyes like the bottom of a whiskey glass asking 'bout highway 9 I'll clear my throat and scratch my nose a little peculiar I suppose but I know what's mine Been down here a few years followed a trail of union tears that were never washed away I watched as men crossed that line watched as men took what's mine well it's just ain't my way chorus: down at Johnson's Station some watched and some went in some purged it from their memory and tried to begin again Them dues didn't come out like they went in and soon it was empty hands again and them barrel fires didn't burn so bright the horns stopped blowing as they rode past and some found solace in a whiskey glass and some took to dealing with the night Can never say I'm homesick 'cause I ain't never had no home (2) A company comes and breaks down a man then it takes and takes all it can then leaves 'em lying like a carcass on the road so the faces may not seem too bright and minds are frozen on that night down at Johnson's Station ready to explode (chorus)