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I left Carlsbad, New Mexico, headed for that Texas line 
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Through the badlands and the desert down below 
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To where the Guadalupe Mountains touch the sky 
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I was running close to empty, thought I?d call it a day 
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Pulled my truck off on the shoulder at a place called the  
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Nickel Creek Caf? 
 

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I was weary from traveling and I had no place to stay  
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When by chance I came across an oasis at the end of the day 
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Called the Nickel Creek Caf? 
 
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I heard music through the screen door, a soft, Spanish melody 
It took me back to a place I?d been before 
As I wandered in and found myself a seat 
I got lost in a feeling, one I hadn?t felt in years 
Spinning tales with the locals over home-made enchiladas and a beer 
 
I was weary from traveling and I had no place to stay  
When by chance I came across an oasis at the end of the day 
Called the Nickel Creek Caf? 
 
Jack Kincaid is the owner, he runs the place with his wife, Jo 
Selling propane to the truckers 
Who haul it off to Juarez, Mexico 
There?s not much business in the Spring best friend to metime, just the neighbors dropping in 
And as I left out for El Paso, I wondered when I?d pass this way again 
 
I was weary from traveling and I had no place to stay  
When by chance I came across an oasis at the end of the day 
Called the Nickel Creek Caf