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| J | anuary back in ' | 55 we rode a Gr | eyhound bus through the G | eorgia midnight |
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| Gr | andpa was sle | eping and the w | inter sky was clear |
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| We hit a b | ump and his head jerked b | ack a little and he m | umbled something |
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| He woke up sm | iling, but his e | yes were bright with tears |
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| Said, "I dr | eamed I was b | ack on the f | arm... |
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| 20 years have p | assed, boy, but the m | emory still w | arms me... |
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| Wildfl | owers in a M | ason Jar..." |
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| He t | old me those old st | ories about that | one-room cabin | in Kentucky |
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| The sm | ell of the r | ain and the w | arm earth in his hands |
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| He sl | owly turned and st | ared outside; his f | ace was mirrored | in the window |
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| And his refl | ection flew acr | oss the moonlit land |
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| And he dr | eamed he was b | ack on the f | arm |
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| T | ilts his head and l | istens to the e | arly sound of m | orning |
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| Wildfl | owers in a M | ason Jar |
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| An | old man and an e | ight-year-old boy r | olling down that m | idnight highway |
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| K | entucky m | emories from a w | inter Georgia night |
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| I started dr | ifting off and Gr | andpa tucked his co | at around me |
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| I th | ink I tried to sm | ile as I sl | owly closed my eyes |
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| And I dre | amed I was w | ith him on the f | arm |
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| "Gr | andpa, I can he | ar the evening w | ind out in the c | orn... |
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| Wildfl | owers in a M | ason Jar... |
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| Wildfl | owers in a M | ason Jar... |
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| Wildfl | owers in a M | ason Jar..." |
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| And the b | us rolled thr | ough the ni | ght... |