| It’s good to hear your voice after all this time
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| I’ve been told I’m hard to find
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| It’s raining here but I’m keeping dry
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| And for me that’s doing good
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| To tell the truth there ain’t much to know
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| I’ve dealt some cards and I’ve rodeo’d
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| But I never found that pot of gold
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| Like I said I would
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| Between the high lines and the fence posts
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| The interstates and the dirt roads
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| No matter how the wind blows I hear your name
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| And out of all the things I’ve done that I regret
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| There’s only one I’d like to change
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| Out here between the rainbows and the rain
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| I spent last month in Santa Fe
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| I heard your daddy passed away
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| And I should’ve called your momma
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| To say how sorry that I am
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| Well I don’t think I’ll be coming back
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| Spent too long so I guess that’s that
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| It’s nice to know that you still ask about me now and then
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| Between the high lines and the fence posts
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| The interstates and the dirt roads
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| No matter how the wind blows I hear your name
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| And out of all the things I’ve done that I regret
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| There’s only one I’d like to change
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| Out here between the rainbows and the rain
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| And out of all the things I’ve done that I regret
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| There’s only one I’d like to change
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| Out here between the rainbows and the rain
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| I’m still out here between the rainbows and the rain |