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Song Cowboy Night Herd Song - Roy Rogers, Sons Of The Pioneers. On night guard, I’m a ridin’. ‘Round a thousand bedded steers. And tonight my thoughts are slidin’. Down the trail of distant years
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precious dream and vision. Underneath the stars. Yes you climbed on the ladder. With the wind in your sails. You came like a comet. Blazing your trail. Too high. Too far. Too soon. You saw the whole of the
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train to oreoles. Now it's a mighty long way down the dusty trail. And the sun burns hot on the cold steel rails. 'n I look like a bum 'n I crawl like a snail. All the way from memphis. Well I got to
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Almost exactly a year ago. I came here for the very first time. Looking up at the Spanish window. From a trail on the edge of the timberline Ive been off on a journey to find myself. Maybe find
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. The trail is filled with withering bones. Since battles of old. As they are to spill the blood of the poor. No longer unknown, followed by darkness henchmen. *repeat x2. Endless speech, time is running
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down the dusty trail. And the sun burns hot on the cold steel rails. 'N I look like a bum 'n I crawl like a snail. All the way from memphis Well I got to oreoles y'know - it took a month. And there
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for that sunrise. That winds up where old cowboys never die. The trail he rides is narrow but it's straighter than an arrow. And he rides point for all the great and small. He will take us through the
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same sound. So what now? All the walls just came down. I blaze the trail like. The race from taillights. Sound shaking the ground. Like earthquakes and hail might. Someday I'll die, but not tonight
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Bài hát The Giving Tree - Plain White T's. All the leaves on the Giving Tree have fallen. No shade to crawl in underneath. I've got scars from a pocket knife. Where you carved your heart into me. If
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A boy upon a tireless trail, with the wind at his back. He's becoming one--coming one. He's becoming one. The birds, the bees, the wild trapeze,. Symbiotic heart-attack. He's becoming one
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, fired but for the ones. Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting. Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail. For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
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, fired but for the ones. Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting. Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail. For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
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, fired but for the ones. Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting. Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail. For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
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way down the dusty trail. And the sun burns hot on the cold steel rails. 'n I look like a bum 'n I crawl like a snail. All the way from memphis. . Well I got to oreoles y'know - it took a month
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know I ain't afraid of nothin'. The bogeyman start runnin'. When he heard me commin' I sleep with one eye open. And I don't ever leave no trail. Well yeah I sleep with one eye open. And I don't ever
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". . Man gave names to all the animals. In the beginning, in the beginning. Man gave names to all the animals. In the beginning, long time ago. He saw an animal leaving a muddy trail. Real dirty face
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