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Skipp Gooley

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

She came to town to make the rounds

Belting out that Country sound

Thinking stardom could be found

But all that getting knocked around

Bags in one hand, guitar in the other

Approached by a man who said he was her brother

He said "You may not know it but our lives are entwined"

Then he offered her a swig of his wine