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of dotted lines,
An epitaph not worth looking back,
Post cards of dust on bones,
If the bad news doesn't beat us home,
A rusted chain of sympathy,
For
(Dan Colehour/Scooter Carusoe)

Old white washed barn doors
Rain rusted tin
Straw packed shirt and blue jeans
Hangin' in the wind
There's never time
full of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles

[Chorus]
Good mornin' America, how are you?
Don't you know me? I'm your native son
of old black men
Of graveyards full of rusted automobiles
Good mornin' America how are you say don't ya know me I'm your native son
I'm a train they
full of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles

[Chorus]
Good mornin' America, how are you?
Don't you know me? I'm your native son
names
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles

Good morning America how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your
Freight yards full of old black men
The graveyards of the rusted automobiles

Singing good morning America, how are you?
Saying, don't you know me I'm
names
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles

Good morning, America 
How are you?
Don't you know me? I'm
names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles

Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't you know me? I'm
full of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles

[Chorus]
Good mornin' America, how are you?
Don't you know me? I'm your native son
have no names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles

Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't
names
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles

Good morning, America 
How are you?
Don't you know me? I'm
have no names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles

Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't
names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles

Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't you know me? I'm
have no names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles

Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't
names,
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.

CHORUS:
Good morning America how are you?
Don't you know me
towns that have no names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles

Singin' good morning America, how are ya
names,
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.

Good morning America how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your
no name

And freight yards full of old black men
And the grave-yards of the rusted automobiles
Good-Morning America, how are you?
Say don't you
names,
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.

Good morning America how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your
names,
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.

Good morning America how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your
And the [A]graveyards of  rusted automo[D]biles. 

{c:Chorus:} 
[G]Good morning Am[A]erica, how a[D]re you?
Say [Bm]don't you know me, [G]I'm your native [D]son. [A]
names,
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.

Good morning America how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your
full of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles

[Chorus]
Good mornin' America, how are you?
Don't you know me? I'm your native son
switchyards full of old black men
Of graveyards full of rusted automobiles
Good morning America how are you

Said don't you know me I'm your native son
I'm