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And I didn't call you from Atlanta
Even though I wanted to
And I stayed cool in Eugene, babe
I didn't trash that hotel room
And I wish I'd said "yes"
To another whiskey
Just another lonely weekend
That don't end with you and me

And, hey, I'm callin' your name
Through the pines and through the fields
And, hey, I'm under your gun
And underneath your wheels
Underneath your wheels

You tell me you're havin' a fine time
You're livin' like you should
Yeah, you shouldn't worry at all
I'm out here feelin' good
These curtains won't hide me for long
That morning light will cut on through
You'll wake up in your life
And I'll wake up thinkin' of you

And, hey, I'm callin' your name
Through the pines and through the fields
And, hey, I'm under your gun
And underneath your wheels
Underneath your wheels

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from Blues, Bourbon and Burritos, released February 18, 2014

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The Federales Minneapolis, Minnesota

Classic country for the modern world. We're not from the Black Hills, the Texas Panhandle, or Appalachia. We're from the Twin Cities. Damn proud of it, too, but we play country music, because it's one of America's native languages. We're pickers, fiddlers, groovers, and harmonizers. We're ready to make you sing along, get up and dance, or just sit and tap your toes. We're The Federales. ... more

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