| The money would be pretty good
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| if a quart of milk were still a dollar
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| or even if a quart of milk were still a quart
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| And the hours, well, I don’t mind
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| how they creep on by like an old love of mine
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| it’s the years that simply disappear that are doing me in Guess I married too young,
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| yeah, nineteen was just too young,
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| but sometimes you meet someone
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| and your guts just burn
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| It’s not that I don’t love him anymore
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| it’s just that when I hear him
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| coming through that front door
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| my heart doesn’t race like it did once before
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| But I’ve got a horse out in the country
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| I get to see him every second Sunday
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| He comes when I call him,
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| yeah, he knows his name
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| One day I’ll saddle up and the two of us will ride away
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| This weather I could almost stand
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| if the sun would shine a little brighter
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| or even if the sun would shine at all
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| But lately it just seems to me that this life has lost its mystery
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| and these cold fall mornings seem to bite
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| just a little bit harder
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| And all my friends have settled down
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| become their mothers and their fathers |
| without a sound
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| Except for Cathy,
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| she bought a one-way subway ticket
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| and left us all behind
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| But I’ve got a horse out in the country
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| I get to see him every second Sunday
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| He comes when I call him,
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| yeah, he knows his name
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| One day I’ll saddle up and the two of us will ride away
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| This town wouldn’t be so bad
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| if a girl could trust her instincts
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| or even if a girl could trust a boy |