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Griffith Nanci John Philip Griffith

watched the highways, But he's a man of sixty-five. There ain't a soul in El Paso Who would give an old drunk a ride. Now, they tell me that John Philip

watched the highways, But he's a man of sixty-five. There ain't a soul in El Paso Who would give an old drunk a ride. Now, they tell me that John Philip