| Been snowin all day when I got home
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| The fire was out the cabin was cold
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| And I poured some stale coffee from the pot
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| The longer I waited the snow got higher
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| Had to split some wood and build a fire
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| If she told me she’d be gone I forgot
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| I’d seen it snow that hard before
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| I couldn’t see the cabin from the stable door
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| And that mare she always rode was in the stall
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| The law couldn’t come till the weather broke
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| My heart was poundin in my throat
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| And I searched and called her name till it was raw
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| I never should have brought her here
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| Livin’s rough this time of year
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| Tryin to keep food and fire till winters done
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| Sometimes she’d gaze across the plains
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| With a look that I couldn’t name
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| And I’d wonder if she’d stay till springtime comes
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| I found her on the first warm day
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| The rain had washed the snow away
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| Gone for wood and lost her way back home
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| And I ain’t the kind believes in ghosts
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| But some nights I get pretty close
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| When the North Dakota winter moans
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| When the North Dakota winter moans |