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Telegraph Road - Dire Straits
  A long time ago came a man on a track
  Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back
  And he put down his load where he thought it was the best
  He made a home in the wilderness
  He built a cabin and a winter store
  And he ploughed up the ground by the cold lake shore
  And the other travellers came riding down the track
  And they never went further and they never went back
  Then came the churches then came the schools
  Then came the lawyers then came the rules
  Then came the trains and the trucks with their loads
  And the dirty old track was the telegraph road

  Then came the mines - then came the ore
  Then there was the hard times then there was a war
  Telegraph sang a song about the world outside
  Telegraph road got so deep and so wide
  Like a rolling river...

  And my radio says tonight it's gonna freeze
  People driving home from the factories
  There's six lanes of traffic
  Three lanes moving slow...

  I used to like to go to work but they shut it down  
  I've got a right to go to work but there's no work here to be found
  Yes and they say we're gonna have to pay what's owed
  We're gonna have to reap from some seed that's been sowed
  And the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles
  They can always fly away from this rain and this cold
  You can hear them singing out their telegraph code
  All the way down the telegraph road

  You know I'd sooner forget but I remember those nights
  When life was just a bet on a race between the lights
  You had your head on my shoulder you had your hand in my hair 
  Now you act a little colder like you don't seem to care
  But believe in me baby and I'll take you away
  From out of this darkness and into the day
  From these rivers of headlights these rivers of rain
  From the anger that lives on the streets with these names
  'cause I've run every red light on memory lane
  I've seen desperation explode into flames
  And I don't wanna see it again...

  From all of these signs saying sorry but we're closed
  All the way down the telegraph road