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Say a prayer for the cowgirl her horse ran away |
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She'll walk till she finds him her darlin' her stray |
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But the river's in flood and the roads are awash |
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And the bridges break up in the panic of loss. |
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And there's nothin' to follow nowhere to go |
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He's gone like the summer gone like the snow |
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And the crickets are breaking her heart with their song |
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As the day caves in and the night is all wrong. |
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Did she dream it was he who went galloping past |
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And bent down the fern broke open the grass |
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And printed the mud with the well hammered shoe |
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That she nailed to his speed in the dreams of her youth. |
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And although he goes grazin' a minute away |
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She tracks him all night she tracks him all day |
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And she's behind to his presence except to compare |
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Her injury here with his punishment there. |
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Then at home on a branch on a high stream |
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A songbird sings out so suddenly |
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And the sun is warm and the soft winds ride |
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On a willow tree by the riverside. |
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Ah, the world is sweet and the world is wide |
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He's there where the light and the darkness divide |
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And the steam's comin' off him he's huge and he's shy |
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And he steps on the moon when he paws at the sky. |
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And he comes to her hand but he's not really tame |
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He longs to be lost she longs for the same |
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And he'll bolt and he'll plunge through the first open pass |
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To roll and to feed in the sweet mountain grass. |
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Or he'll make a break for the high plateau |
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Where there's nothing above and nothing below |
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It's time for their burden the whip and the spur |
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Well she ride with him or will he ride with her. |
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So she binds herself to her galloping steed |
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And he binds himself to the woman in need |
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And there is no space just left and right |
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And there is no time but there is day and night. |
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Then she leans on his neck and whispers low |
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Whither thou goest I will go |
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And they turn as one and the head for the plain |
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No need for the whip oh no need for the rein. |
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Now the clasp of this union who fastens it tight |
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Who snaps it asunder the very next night |
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Some say it's him some say it's her |
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Some say love's like smoke beyond all repair. |
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So my darlin', my darlin' just let it go by |
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That old silhouette on the great western sky |
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And I'll pick out a tune and they'll move right along |
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And they're gone like smoke and they're gone like this song. |
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Say a prayer for the cowgirl... |
