(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)
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It's 4 A.M., and I'm a hundred miles from breakfast in Wyomin'
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I'm not complainin'
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I got the radio on, playin' on a station from New Orleans
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An' now it's rainin'
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I'm makin' time, tryin' ta keep it rollin'
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And I'm all alone
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[Chorus]
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Windshield wipers in the rain
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I hear that country-western music comin' at me, through the thunder
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A flash of lightnin'
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I hear the D.J., sayin' "Here's a little tune for all you truckers.
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"I hope you like it."
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I'm gettin' tired; my eyes are feelin' sandy
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When I'm alone
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[Chorus]
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Windshield wipers in the rain
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I hear a freight train comin' down
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I see the headlights flashin' 'round
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I feel an earthquake in the ground
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An' then he's gone
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An' I'm alone
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All alone
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[Chorus]
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Windshield wipers in the rain
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I feel a cold Wyomin' chill comin' on me in the mornin'
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I need some welcome
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I see a sign, says it's only fifty miles to where I'm going
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And I hope it's open
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I look around, wishin' you was with me
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But I'm alone
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[Chorus]
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Windshield wipers in the rain
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I see a distant neon sign
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I turn the music way up high
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I wipe the lonesome from my eyes
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But I'm alone
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[Chorus]
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Windshield wipers in the rain
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Windshield Wipers In The Rain
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| C.W. McCall |
