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I often have wandered in deep contemplation |
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It seems that the mind runs wild when you're all alone |
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The way that it could be |
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The way that it should be |
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Things I'd do differently if I could do them again |
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I've always loved spring time the passing of winter |
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The green of the new leaves and life goin' on |
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The promise of morning |
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The long days of summer |
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Warm nights of loving her beneath the bright stars |
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I'm just an old cowboy from high Colorado |
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I'm too old to ride anymore too blind to see |
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I sleep in the city now |
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Away from my mountains |
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Away from the cabin we always called home |
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I dream I left there |
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On an old Palomino |
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Whispering Jesse rode right by my side |
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I long to hold her |
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To hear her soft breathing |
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The touch of her cool hands on my fevered brow |
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Whispering Jesse still rides in the mountains |
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Still sings in the canyons |
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Still lives in my heart |
