Rob Getzschman - Press 1 Now

When that lonesome whistle blows
Carries down them country roads
Finds me in this sleepless bed
Dreaming ’bout what might’ve been
It says a-wooooo
Ride them rails one more time
Find me on that northern line
Stars above and track beneath
There’s a dream that never sleeps
It says a-wooooo

Written by:
Rob Getzschman

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