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When the wind don't blow in Amarillo |
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And the moon along |
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The Gunnison don't rise |
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Shall I cast my dreams |
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Upon your love, babe |
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And lie beneath |
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The laughter of your eyes |
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It's snowin' on Raton |
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Come morning I'll be through |
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Them hills and gone |
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Mother thinks the road |
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Is long and lonely |
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Little brother thinks |
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The road is straight and fine |
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Little darling thinks |
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The road is soft and lovely |
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I'm thankful that old road |
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Is a friend of mine |
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Bid the years good-bye |
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You cannot still them |
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You cannot turn |
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The circles of the sun |
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You cannot count the miles |
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Until you feel them |
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And you cannot hold |
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A lover that has gone |
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Tomorrow the mountains |
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Will be sleeping |
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Silent 'neath a blanket |
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Green and blue all that I shall hear |
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The silence they are keeping |
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I'll bring all their promises to you |