"59" lyrics

"59"

There's a town west of Wiggins
'Round the Louisiana line
Probably ain't heard its name
Unless you drove 59

It's a shell of what once was
Since the movie star shoot down
Where the unlucky stay
And the lucky get out

But you always told me
Your hometown only
Gave you reasons to leave

You call it "blink and you miss it"
But I see it different
I see the place that raised you to be
My Dixie darling
You took what you wanted
And ya cut and run like a thief
So, don't you go take it for granted?
The highway that brought you to me

There's a town east of Jackson
That's been frozen in time
It's the third exit west
Of the Alabama line

You left it to rust
Like the stores down on Main
And broke off the branch
Of the tree with your name

But you always told me
Your hometown only
Gave you reasons to leave

You call it "blink and you miss it"
But I see it different
I see the place that raised you to be
My Dixie darling
You took what you wanted
And ya cut and run like a thief
So, don't you go take it for granted?
The highway that brought you to me


Writer(s): Vinnie Paolizzi, Gary Stewart Stanton
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