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  1. Whiskeytown

From the recording Whiskeytown

Lyrics

- What I have is an empty glass. A clock to watch my wretchedness. Hit the break, slow'er down. Exit on Whiskeytown. Surrounded by folks like me. All of us cast out to sea. In the lost, seldom found. Exit on Whiskeytown. Stand'er up or sit'er down. There's a stool for folks like me in Whiskeytown. Whiskeytown is where I'll be. To get along with parts of me. Allow a time for some relief A place to hang my grief. Gonna buy a little piece and settle in. Can I change, even try. That truck's already loaded and on the fly. What I have is an empty glass. This old truck won't drive on past. Hit the break, slow'er down. Exit on Whiskeytown. Hit the break, slow'er down. Exit on Whiskeytown.