Key: A
Introduction:
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It's the humming of the engines on the Greyhound bus and trains
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That keeps your memory on my mind and here with me
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Many miles have come between us, cold nights on some roadside
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Bringing back your gentle ways of loving me
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It's the thought of how you love me, how you treat me, how you thrill me
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That clears my fogged-up mind to where I see
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Some little girl as I walk by just looking at me sadly
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Bringing back your gentle ways of loving me
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It's just your gentle ways of loving me
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It's just your gentle ways of loving me
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It's the happiness I've never found with other loves that bothers
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And a mother saying how her child loves me
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And times you never talked about those late evening hours
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Bringing back your gentle ways of loving me
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It's just your gentle ways of loving me
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It's just your gentle ways of loving me
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It's just your gentle ways of loving me
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It's just your gentle ways of loving me
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His tail lights flickered as he pulled up to the truck stop
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The same old crowd was hanging out again tonight
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He said fill up my tank while I go check my load
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It feels like it's shifting all around
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He was the kind of man to do all he could above all he had integrity
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But he was so young and on a ten city run in love with a truck stop
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girl
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As he went inside he was merrily greeted
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By the girl with whom he was in love
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She held out a glass and said have another
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This is the last time we can meet
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With her hair piled up high and a look in her eye
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That would turn any good man's blood to wine
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All his eyes could see all his eyes could see
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Were the stares from all those around him
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He ran out to the lot and climbed into his rig
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And drive off without tightening down
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It was a terrible thing to see what remained
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Of that rig that poor Danny was in
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He was young and on a ten city run in love with a truck stop girl