There was a biker, his hands were pretty big. Played tears from heaven better than any man I’d seen, he played a nice tune.
There was a waitress, working all night through. A long haired lover and a baby coming soon, she’s working real hard.

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find myself, in a Hill Country bar. With some strangers, strumming on an old guitar. Live ten thousand miles away, but I’m already home.

There were two young boys, making big plans. Came from New Jersey selling coffee from the bank, they were the new boys.
There was a cowboy, singing country tunes. Made all his money from the people passing through, he was a rich man.

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