Abilene de George Hamilton Iv

Abileneabilene, abileneprettiest town i ever down there don't treat you meanin abilene, my sit alone most every nightwatch them trains roll out of sightwish that they were carryin' meto abilene, my city, ain't nothin' freenothin' in this town for mewish to god that i could bein abilene, my i wish that train would cometake me back where i come me where i want to bein abilene, my whiskey numbs the brainif i stay here i'll go i need a change of sceneto abilene, my my window cold rain falls,sit here starin' at the walls;if i was home, i'd be serenein abilene, my abilene.