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These are the words |
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That cry out of me in the night |
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Like a buffalo herd |
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From a shotgun blast scattered in flight |
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I got a one track mind |
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Going down a one train line |
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Living on dreams half the time |
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Going west |
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I gotta pick up speed |
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Just to get what i need |
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The end of the line guaranteed |
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Your love is my rest |
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The coal catches fire |
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I'm down the wire in a flash |
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That big old smoke stack |
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Is belching out black smoke and ash |
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So sad to think of |
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Hurting the one you love |
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But surely that's what leaving does |
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You'd know best |
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I gotta pick up speed |
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Just to get what i need |
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The end of the line guaranteed |
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Your love is my rest |
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Your love is my rest |
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We pass through the land |
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Of custer's last stand |
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And i grin |
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So this is where old yellow hair's |
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Ghost dance begins |
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I got the blood on my hands |
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Can't even live where i stand |
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I'm just a traveling man |
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Cursed or blessed |
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I gotta pick up speed |
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Just to get what i need |
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The end of the line guaranteed |
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Your love is my rest |
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Your love is my rest |
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Your love is my rest |
