I could watch this all day long. Everytime I pass the train tracks in Carrboro, I think of her as a little girl, sitting by her Lloyd Street home watching the train go by and writing these lyrics.
A Little More Libba…
I could watch this all day long. Everytime I pass the train tracks in Carrboro, I think of her as a little girl, sitting by her Lloyd Street home watching the train go by and writing these lyrics.