(Waylon) There's a road runs clear to the sky Calls to my spirit, calls to my heart She's been a harbor, a port in a storm She's got one more sundown, and one more dawn Fiddles don't make violins Motel rooms don't make homes You can't turn water into wine You can't make a rock from a rolling stone (Willie) You'd be a liar if you said you'd change There's a river of freedom running through your veins But she'll be there in your heart and your mind Till the last song fades and the music dies Fiddles don't make violins Motel rooms don't make homes You can't turn water into wine You can't make a rock from a rolling stone You can't make a rock from a rolling stone
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