Used To Be

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[Verse 1]
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Roadside Motor Court
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Cabins Made of Sandstone
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And to the travellers of the mother road
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She was a port in the storm
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Now if those walls could talk
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Oh, the stories the could tell son
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And that roadside motor court
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It'd keep you safe and warm

[Chorus]
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Now there's holes in the roof
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And there's weeds at the door
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That motor court's still there,
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but that don't see no travellers no more

[Verse 2]
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Guess who used to grow cotton
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on these tired old farms
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Yeah they'd load the wagons time and time again
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With their weary old arms
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They'd make a little money at the gin
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Pay a little credit at the store
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Yeah they scratched and the worked the land
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Till the dirt got poor

[Chorus]
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Now that cotton gin is some kind of second hand store
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Yeah the building's there,
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But they don't gin no cotton no more

[Verse 3]
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Yeah they used to go dancing
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Down at the Log Cabin Bar
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Yeah they'd be laughing, carrying on
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Make a little love in the car
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And they'd spread that sawdust down
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On a concrete floor
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They'd dance all night
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Until they're feet got sore

[Chorus]
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Till one Sunday Morning
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They had the law burn her down
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Now there aint no place for us to go Dancin
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In this one horse town
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Yeah, we used to dance in this town