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Come follow me down to the San Luis, |
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under brightest stars and softest breeze, |
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Broke down car in the field, 1943, |
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stars falling on your head from heights that you've never seen. |
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Come follow me down to the San Luis, |
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under bluest skies and warm summer breeze. |
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Get your heart a buzzin' through the wildflowers like a bee, |
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and come follow me down to the old San Luis Valley. |
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I think I saw your face if I let myself believe, |
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shinin' high in the sky over the old San Luis. |
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Get your boots kickin' through the mountains, through the trees, |
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and come follow me down to the old San Luis Valley. |
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Come follow me down to old San Luis Valley |