| I knew that I first loved her with a meeting of the eyes
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| I did send my mental message under California skies
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| And I know that she received it before she turned to go
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| Down that long, wide open road
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| It was only two weeks later in a San Bernardino bar
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| She was sitting by her lonesome shining like a northern star
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| And I asked her for direction, she paused before she spoke
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| Why down that long, wide open road
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| We married in the springtime in a grove of tangerines
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| Said goodbye to friends and family, hello to all our dreams
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| Traded warm Mojave sunshine for Rocky Mountain snow
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| And that long, wide open road
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| November nights were cold in our cabin on the hill
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| We’d gather oak and mesquite to chase away the chill
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| But a colder wind was blowing from deep down in her soul
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| That kept her on that wide open road
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| I gave all I could give her and I looked around for more
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| While I was looking for forever, she was looking for the door
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| But her sad eyes were determined on the day she let me go
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| Down that long, wide open road
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| That was oh, so many years now, I have other tales to tell
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| But if you see my Southern gypsy
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| Tell her Shakespeare bids her well
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| Maybe take this song to give her to lighten up her load
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| Down that long, wide open road
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| Down that long, wide open road |