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(daryl burgess/tom britt) |
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Can you hear it cross the valley |
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Can you hear that mournful sound |
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I'm riding rails of silver |
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Going to where i'm bound |
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High above the fields of clover |
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On a lazy, hot july |
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When i get to where i'm going |
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I'll hold my head up high |
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I will roll across these mountains |
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I will take the last train out |
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Riding rails of silver |
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Going to where i'm bound |
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Roses, dust and ashes |
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Throw them where i lay |
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And if by chance you see me |
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There'll be no sorrow on my face |
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For i will see the beauty |
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I only wish that you could see |
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I'll leave my body weakened |
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I'll leave my soul to wander free, so free |
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So if you should see a diamond |
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Fall down from the sky |
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Its just a teardrop |
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From the corner of my eye |
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As good-bye, as i fly |
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To where i'm bound |
