Two A.M. in Nebraska

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Static on the Radio

4. Static on the Radio Turn the dial, it's all the same, A preacher's voice, a ballgame's name, Somewhere between the static waves, A song I loved from better days. Static on the radio, Carry me where I don't know, Every station fades to gray, Just like the towns I drove away. A trumpet cries through the broken sound, A frequency I finally found, It holds me close, it lets me go, Static on the radio. Static on the radio, Carry me where I don't know, Every station fades to gray, Just like the towns I drove away.

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Neon Motel

3. Neon Motel Room eleven, the ice machine hums, A neon sign where the vacancy comes, The curtains sway in a stranger's breeze, I sleep in states I've never seen. Neon motel, burning slow, A one night room I'll never know, The pillow smells like cigarettes, And every stay, I have no regrets. The TV flickers, the static sings, A phone that never rings and rings, Tomorrow's just another door, Another town, another floor. Neon motel, burning slow, A one night room I'll never know, The pillow smells like cigarettes, And every stay, I have no regrets.

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State Line Blues

1. State Line Blues The sign says welcome, the sign says goodbye, Same old highway under a different sky, I cross the border with the radio low, Chasing a taillight I used to know. State line blues, state line blues, Another town I didn't choose, The engine hums a lonesome tune, Underneath a borrowed moon. The map is folded, the map is torn, I've been driving since before the dawn, Every mile a memory I shed, Every state a ghost I left for dead. State line blues, state line blues, Another town I didn't choose, The engine hums a lonesome tune, Underneath a borrowed moon.

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