| When the hot September sun down in Texas
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| Sucked the streams bone dry
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| Turned to roads to dust
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| In the sleepy little towns down in Texas
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| The shades are all pulled down;
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| The streets are all rolled up
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| And the only thing that breaks the silence
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| Are the trucks a-passin' by
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| Late at night on the front porch swing
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| You can hear their mournful sigh
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| And the lonesome whippoorwill cries to the stars above
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| He was callin' out for his lady love
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| She’s been gone so long
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| I was just talkin' to the moon
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| Hopin' someday soon that I’d be over
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| The memory of you-too hard to hold
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| And the wind across the plains
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| Is all that now remains
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| And the night shakes loose the names
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| But they never quite go back the way they came
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| So, good-bye rodeo
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| It’s a long, funny way for men to go
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| Never change
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| Never change at all
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| I was just talkin' to the moon
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| Hopin' someday soon that I’d be over
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| The memory of you- too hard to hold on
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| I was just talkin' to the moon
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| Hopin' someday soon that I’d be over the
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| Memory of you |