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Briana Scott

O Holy Night! The stars are brightly shining, It is the night of the dear Saviour's birth. Long lay the world in sin and error pining. Till He appeared

Well, this cat's on a hot tin roof Drinkin' that whiskey, 96 proof Don't need no doctor, don't feel no pain My legs are just two steps ahead of my brain

He was groovin' and that was when he coulda sworn the room was movin' But that was only in his mind He was sailin' he never really seemed to notice vision

I heard I needed to travel. "Go out and spread the word" people say. So I'm kickin' up dust and gravel on a racetrack near Marseilles. If it all

Agent told me where I was going Tom and Keg Leg got the map The Steelers on my color tv Henry riding in my lap Say Hello Sunday, Hello Road Lord

And now it's time to gather all the things we need to fly There's better days ahead, just wave good-bye we've better things to do now you and I.

Here come the mine cars, it's damn near dawn. Another shift of men, some of them my friends, comin' on. Hard to imagine workin' in the mines, Coal

It stands out on a highway like a Creature from another time. It inspires the babies' questions, "What's that?" For their mothers as they ride.