The Lonesome American

A man drove across the plains with a wife with dead eyes
A car he had to push to start and a suitcase full of lies
But every place just looked the same - Nowhere to start again
With a no good battered heart - Afraid to look within
He's a lonesome American

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Christopher Cook on guitar and vocals, Emmy Rose on harmonium
Photo by Emily Bristow

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