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By townes van zandt |
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When the wind don't blow in amarillo |
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And the moon along the gunnison don't rise |
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Shall i cast my dreams upon your love, babe |
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And lie beneath the laughter of your eyes |
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It's snowin' on raton |
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Come morning i'll be through them hills and gone |
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Mother thinks the road is long and lonely |
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Little brother thinks the road is straight and fine |
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Little darling thinks the road is soft and lovely |
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I'm thankful that old road is a friend of mine |
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Bid the years good-bye you cannot still them |
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You cannot turn the circles of the sun |
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You cannot count the miles until you feel them |
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And you cannot hold a lover that is gone |
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Tomorrow the mountains will be sleeping |
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Silently the blanket green and blue |
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All that i shall hear the silence they are keeping |
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I'll bring all their promises to you |
