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(mmm-hmmm) Dawn breaks cold
on the rusted farm gate
Coffee is steaming
on a porcelain plate
Fog on the highway
is taking its time
Just like this stubborn old heart of mine
It's a slow burn Ohio morning
No rush for the sun to rise (oh yeah) Just a quiet
warning
Written in these Midwestern skies
Frost on the gravel
where the old trucks park
Still got a foot
in the grip of the dark
No one is rushing
to start up the day
We let the cold mist just carry it away
It's a slow burn Ohio morning
No rush for the sun to rise
(ohhh) Just a quiet warning
Written in these Midwestern skies
Slow
burn... (hmmmm)