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B. R. Hornsby/Hohn Hornsby |
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It's a hazy winter's day |
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And I'm staring out on the southland |
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In the twilight distance on the bay |
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My mind sees you running through the marshland |
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All these years I've been waiting for you |
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Through the high tides and the low tides too |
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But if I stop now how could I ever be with you? |
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It's a long race |
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If I try I will surely finish |
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It's a long race |
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If I try I will surely win it |
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Some day some night with you |
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There's a village on the lower Eastern Shore |
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Where the watermen's boats are anchored |
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And they work so hard all day long |
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Showing me what you want to go after |
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All these years I've been pushing so hard |
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Through the high times and the low times too |
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But if I stop now |
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How could I know what I could do? |
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It's a long race |
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If I try I will surely finish |
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It's a long race |
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If I try I will surely win it |
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Some day some night with you |
