Letras:Garth Brooks. The Lost Sessions. Allison Miranda.

On a two lane north of Casper is where this all begins
Heading back to Oklahoma for a week to visit friends
She was walking 'long the highway so I pulled off to the side
And asked her if she needed a ride

We tore up that ole blacktop 'til we found I-25
And just into Colorado she asked if she could drive
I'd never met nobody like her. I'd never laughed so much
And i grew hungry for her touch

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I used to think of autumn
As sweaters and leaves
And I used to think the night
Was just for dreamers and thieves
But that was before she came
Allison Miranda was her name

By the time that we hit Kansas we both felt pretty beat
So we found ourselves a motel and grabbed a bit to eat
We'd rest a few short hours; soon we'd be out of there
Three days later we come up for air

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Now I can't forget the morning when I woke alone in bed
To a rose left on her pillow and a good-bye note that read
You cannot grow a flower if you do not have the seed
Now I've got everything I need

(Repeat Chorus)