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Forty Miles From Nowhere - Willie Nelson
Lyrics by：Rodney Crowell
Composed by：Rodney Crowell
Produced by：Buddy Cannon
It rained today
The clouds rolled up at dawn
All hell burst wide open
And just like that was gone
Your little lap dog chased a fox-tailed squirrel
Across the main road through the woods
Some ninja on a dirt bike
Nearly ran him down for good
Right about now it gets quiet around here
What with nightfall in the wings
The floorboards creak and faucets leak
But it's the emptiness that sings
The wind grows chill
And then lies still
Forty miles from nowhere
At the bottom of the world
Friends don't call like they used to
For reasons not unkind
If there's anything that we can do
Hangs hollow down a telephone line
There's a cedar grove in back of the house
Maybe halfway down the hill
A place to go and just lay low
When there's precious time to kill
Well it's me your little lap dog and that old brindle cat
Trying to keep this place in line
And heading into town these days
Is the last thing on my mind
When the moon is hanging fat and full
And all those jangly stars recede
A fold out couch on a midnight porch
Is where my footsteps lead
You always said I made my bed
Forty miles from nowhere
At the bottom of the world
Forty miles from nowhere
At the bottom of the world
