Tanya Tucker – Delta Dawn
The road unwinds under the dim sweep of the late-night radio, the kind of forgotten highway where all the big-city…
The road unwinds under the dim sweep of the late-night radio, the kind of forgotten highway where all the big-city…
The long miles of a late-night drive are often soundtracked by ghosts. Not the rattling, supernatural kind, but the echoes…
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