It was a cold night in Nashville
As she stepped out of the cab
Free spirit, hiding from life
An angel in olive drab.
Sat on a bench in Bradley Park
Waiting for sunrise in the dark
Knowing the odds weren't good today
Still, hoping that things were gonna change
"You've given good service" She'd heard them say
But what good was that when she looked at yesterday
Suddenly her thoughts began to race
As a line of sweat ran down her face
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