| Oh take off your thirsty boots
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| And stay for awhile
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| Your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile
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| And maybe I can make you laugh
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| And maybe I can try
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| Lookin' for the evenin'
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| And the mornin' in your eyes
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| Then tell me of the ones you saw
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| As far as you could see
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| Across the plains from field to town
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| Marchin' to be free
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| And of the rusted prison gates that tumble by degree
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| Like laughing children one by one
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| They look like you and me
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| So take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile
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| Your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile
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| And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try
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| Just lookin' for the evenin' and the mornin' in your eyes
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| I know you are no stranger down the crooked rainbow trial
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| From dancing cliff edge shattered sills to slander shackled jails
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| Where the voices drift up from below as walls are bein' scaled
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| Yes all of this and more my friend your song shall not be failed
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| Oh take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile
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| Your feet are hot and weary, from a dusty mile
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| And maybe I can make you laugh, and maybe I can try
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| Just lookin for the evenin' and the mornin' in your eyes
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| So take off your thirsty boots and stay for awhile
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| Your feet are hot and weary from a dusty mile
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| And maybe I can make you laugh and maybe I can try
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| Lookin' for the evenin' and the mornin' in your eyes |