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Roll along, roll on |
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Rose of Cimarron |
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Dusty days are gone |
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Rose of Cimarron |
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Shadows touch the sand |
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And look to see who's standin' |
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Waitin' at your window |
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Watchin' will they ever show? |
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And can you hear them calling? |
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You know they have fallen on |
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And campfire's cold and dark |
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That never see a spark burn bright |
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Roll along, roll on |
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Rose of Cimarron |
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Dusty days are gone |
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Rose of Cimarron |
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Trails that brought them home |
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Echo names they've known |
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Four days high and lonely |
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Comin' to you only |
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And you're the one they'd turn to |
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The only one they knew who'd do |
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All her best to be around |
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When the chips were down |
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Roll along, roll on |
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Rose of Cimarron |
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Dusty days are gone |
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Rose of Cimarron |
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Shadows touch the sand |
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And look to see who's standin' |
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Waitin' at your window |
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Watchin' will they ever show? |
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Roll along, roll on |
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Rose of Cimarron |
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Dusty days are gone |
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Rose of Cimarron |
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Roll along, roll on |
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Rose of Cimarron |
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Dusty days are gone |
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Rose of Cimarron |
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Hearts like yours belong |
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Following the dawn |
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Wrapped up in a song |
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Rose of Cimarron |
