• Song:

    Other Streets Other Towns

  • Artist:

    Carpenter Mary Chapin

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The whippoorwills were crying in the falling rain 
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  Far away a whistle hailed a passing train 
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  Out in the country summer was almost gone 
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The fields were turning rusty and the hills were turning brown 
 

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Now I think of you when summer stars are on the rise 
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I think of you with a bottle of wine and lazy eyes 
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  Playing rock and roll songs on an old guitar 
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  Getting drunk and sleeping out in my backyard 
 

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Now sometimes I just lie awake and I hear the wind 
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Blowing through the seasons of my heart again 
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My dreams are mostly lost and found on other streets, in other towns 
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But babe, you know, I still look out for you 
 
The cars were all abandoned on the city streets 

When snow had left us stranded then we used our feet 

And wound up drinking whiskey in a crowded bar 

And now when it starts storming I wonder where you are 
 
'Cause you said that I was crazy to believe in you 

You said to never trust a man who sings the blues 

Well trust and that old guitar was all you'd ever need 

If you found a way to love the girl in me 
 
{Chorus} 
 
{Guitar solo: 
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Other boys I knew were just like shiny dimes 

Tossed and spent, they came and went a hundred times 

Nothing was as rough on me as giving up on you 

Now it seems like every bar in town's got boys who sing the blues 
 
{Chorus} 
 
{Fade-out: 
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