| So the shepherd boy says to his lady in waitin'
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| Give me your heart but give me some time
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| I’m not without hope and I’m not hesitating
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| Myself and my treasure to find
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| And i’ll make my way back by the light of your heart
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| In the darkest of night your flame I will see
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| And we’ll dance in the moon and we’ll raise us some babies
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| Forever our souls will be
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| Together
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| So he sells off his flock for a pick and a shovel
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| And a fine leather bag to hold all that gold
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| And he takes her soft hands one last time how he loves her
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| With the winds of change blowin' cold
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| Well goodbye Tennessee here I come Colorado
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| I’ll piss in your streets and sleep in your hills
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| And I’ll fill up my bag with your turquoise and silver
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| Suzanne, I always will
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| Love you
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| That night she lay still with the cold winds a blowin'
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| & the sound of the whippoorwill callin' through the trees
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| Hey that man with the soul the size of a pickle
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| Well he’s left you to do as you please
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| So she moves into town and enrolls in a college
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| And gets her a job with a teaching degree
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| Said to hell with you fool, you dreamer James Butler
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| By God I’m gonna be
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| Happy
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| Of course he comes back with holes in his pockets
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| But ready to claim what he thought was still his
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| She had a new house in town and a doctor for a husband
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| And a nursery school full of kids
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| So he finds him a rope strong enough for a hangin'
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| With his heart full of sorrow he finds him a tree
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| But he can’t take his life so he takes out his pen knife and carves
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| I’ll always be a dreamer
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| A dreamer
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| A dreamer |