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Toby Keith - White Rose

Yea, the whole town came out to watch

The day the paved the parking lot

Somebody hung a ribbon up,

And then they cut it down



And that big
white rose
upon that sign

Put innocence in all our lives

We could see its neon light

from half a mile out



Gas was .50 cents a gallon

They′d put it in for you

they′d bump your tires and check your oil,

And wash your windows too



And We′d shine those cars bright as bright

We′d go park underneath that light

Stare out at the prairie sky

There was nothing else to do



And now there′s plywood for glass

Where the windows all got smashed

And there′s just a chunk a′concrete

Where those old pumps used to stand



There′s a couple a′cars half outta the ground

And that old sign still spins ′round ′n ′round

I guess the
White Rose
fillin′ station′s just a memory now



And the girls would spend a couple of bucks

Just to meet the boys workin′ at the pumps

And we′d pull up and fall in love

And they′ve all moved away



Strangers used to stop and ask

How far they′ve driven off the map

And then they built that overpass

And now they stay out on the highway



′Cause there′s plywood for glass

Where the windows all got smashed

And there′s just a chunk a′concrete

Where those old pumps used to stand





There′s a couple a′cars half outta the ground

And that old sign still spins ′round ′n ′round

I guess the
White Rose
fillin′ station′s just a memory now



And that neon sign was the heart and soul

of this ol′ one horse town

And it′s like it lost its will to live

The day they shut it down



And now there′s plywood for glass

Where the windows all got smashed

And there′s just a chunk a′concrete

Where those old pumps used to stand



There′s a couple a′cars half outta the ground

And that old sign still spins ′round ′n ′round

I guess the White Rose fillin′ station′s just a memory now



Yea that ol′ White Rose fillin′ station′s just a memory now

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