Full moon. A gulfstream slipping into the sky. Clipping a cloud. The silence of Round Hill Road. The mutter of a highway in the distance. Cars going nowhere, but nowhere is our destination. From one day to the next and none of the passengers listen to Charles Brown.
ROUTE 66 by Charles Brown
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S_U5FJQkgH8
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