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Carl B

It was a cold night in Nashville
As she stepped out of the cab
Free spirit, hiding from life
An angel in olive drab.

 Sat on a bench in Bradley Park

Waiting for sunrise in the dark
Knowing the odds weren't good today
Still, hoping that things were gonna change


"You've given good service" She'd heard them say

But what  good was that  when she  looked at yesterday

Suddenly her thoughts began to race

As a line of sweat ran down her face


She'd never faced the world alone

And now she was so far from home

So she picked up her backpack

Heading east across the tracks