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Chris Wall |
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Even as she sleeps, she feels his restless turning |
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As he struggles with an old dream all night long |
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And when she awakes, she turns to reassure him |
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She whispers to a shadow and finds him gone |
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Way out in the barn a single lamp is burning |
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She faintly hears a radio play a sad old cowboy song |
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She watches as he takes, his old saddle from the wall |
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A sudden chill runs through her in the cold of the not quite dawn |
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Chorus: She's losing him, to the rodeo wind |
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That blows through his soul, when the summer begins |
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When the winter snow falls, he'll come back again |
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But his heart always drifts, on the rodeo wind |
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One sure way to lose him |
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Is to try and make him stay |
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He can't explain he don't even know himself |
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But the force that drew her to him |
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Has just gotta break away |
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And the sound of the road and the rolling wheel |
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Is the only thing that helps |
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Bridge: Now it all makes sense, those signs she's been seeing all along |
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She feels like such a fool, a woman ought to know |
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Just the other day, she saw him sittin' on the south fence |
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Throwing stones at prairie dogs, and staring down the road |
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