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(Who's the one that loves you). (The special one who needs you). You made the odds A million to me. (No one else can love you). (Nobody else can need you). No more than the one whose heart you
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won. Their dreams have crashed and burned but you still keep on keepin' on. Out on the highway with the road gang working. Up on the mountain with the cold wind blowing. Out on the highway with the
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give up, better stand up). Cross the line you will suffer. (Better give up, better shut up) So where's the mountain. I can't reach the top of this world One, two, three, four The man, the man it
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You see that mountain over there,. Yea, one of these days. I'm going to climb that mountain. Oh play me some mountain music. Like Grandma and Grandpa used to play. Then I'll float on down the
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be. . But I can't live a dream, . Anymore than I can live forever. Anymore than I can climb a mountain, . To the sun. To the sun. . To the sun. . . No I can't live a dream, . Anymore than I
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I'm a crossroader. Speedin' from town to town. I'm a crossroader. Speedin' from town to town. I never ride the main highway. So nobody can slow me down. . I'm always trav'lin'. Just a taste
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Ridin' down the canyon just to watch the sun go down. A picture that no artist ever could paint. White faced cattlow howlin' across the mountain trail. I hear a coyote howlin' for its mate Cactus
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darkness. And find my little girl. Because she's angry like a salesman. Who just couldn't make a sale. Threw her wedding ring in the sewer. And damned them all to Hell Please lead her to the mountain
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Now there far from me there's an old holler tree. Where you lay down a dollar or two. You go round the bend and you come back again. With a jug of that good ole mountain dew They call it that ole
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When you were a little girl. You had a rag doll. The only doll you've ever owned. Now I love you. Just the way you loved that rag doll. But only now my love has grown. . And it gets stronger
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. Mountain streams swelled with pride. Gone the dry river bed. Gone the dust from the valley. . The day that the rains came down. Buds were born, love was born. As the young buds will grow. So our young
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When the south wind of summer. Sings through the trees. And the high mountain thunder. Hangs low in the breeze A strong heart flows over. An empty heart fills. And the south wind of summer
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There was an old stone cutter. Who lived in a cabin on the mountain side. And the old stone cutter. Knew it won't be long before he died And all around his cabin. Were statues the man had made
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grew she was pushed aside,. So the mountain girl would say good-bye,. To the folk singer,. He let his hair grow long and he dressed in style,. The folk singer,. His voice was pure and the fans went
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. That came down hard upon my heart. Chorous. Holy is the Lord. Holy is the Lord. And the Lord I will obey. Lord, help me I don't know the way. So take me to the mountain. I will follow where You
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. That came down hard upon my heart. Chorous. Holy is the Lord. Holy is the Lord. And the Lord I will obey. Lord, help me I don't know the way. So take me to the mountain. I will follow where You
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, or the lips. That used to touch you so tenderly. Just remember what I told you. The day I set you free. . Ain't no mountain high enough. Ain't no valley low enough (say it again). Ain't no river
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, or the lips. That used to touch you so tenderly. Just remember what I told you. The day I set you free. . Ain't no mountain high enough. Ain't no valley low enough (say it again). Ain't no river
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