Promise

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By Judson Mitcham
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Those back roads traveled me all my life.
Time spent me in idleness, wasted me.

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Small towns passed through me, the old
melodies put me on and played me,

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and stars used me to reckon with.
Maybe the truth tried to find me out.

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A little history learned me. Right away,
it forgot. An odd dream, here and there,

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understood me. The same old stories
told me over and over, and my soul

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tried to save me, until
the day night walked off into me, alone,

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when a promise broke me.