| Say a prayer for the cowgirl her horse ran away
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| She’ll walk 'til she finds him her darlin’her stray
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| But the river’s in flood and the roads are awash
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| And the bridges break up in the panic of loss
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| And there’s nothin’to follow nowhere to go He’s gone like the summer gone like the snow
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| And the crickets are breaking her heart with their song
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| As the day caves in and the night is all wrong
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| Did she dream it was he who went galloping past
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| And bent down the fern broke open the grass
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| And printed the mud with the well-hammered shoe
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| That she nailed to his speed in the dreams of her youth
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| And although he goes grazin’a minute away
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| She tracks him all night she tracks him all day
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| And she’s blind to his presence except to compare
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| Her injury here with his punishment there
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| Then at home on a branch on a high stream
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| A songbird sings out so suddenly
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| And the sun is warm and the soft winds ride
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| On a willow tree by the riverside
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| An the world is sweet and world is wide
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| And he’s there where the light and the darkness divide
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| And the steam’s comin’off him he’s huge and he’s shy
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| And he steps on the moon when he paws at the sky
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| And he comes to her hand but he’s nor really tame
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| He longs to be lost she longs for the same
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| And he’ll bolt and he’ll plunge thru the first open pass
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| To roll and to feed in the sweet mountain grass
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| Or he’ll make a break for the high plateau
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| Where there’s nothing above and noting below
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| It’s time for their burden the whip and the spur
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| Will she ride with him or will he ride with her
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| So she binds herself to her galloping steed
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| And he binds himself to the woman in need
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| And there is no space just left and right
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| And there is no time but there is day and night
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| Then she learns on his neck and whispers low
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| Whither thou goest I will go And they turn as one the head for the plain
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| No need for the whip oh no need for the rain
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| Now the clasp of this union who fastens it tight
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| Who snaps it asunder the very next night
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| Some say it’s him some say it’s her
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| Some say love’s like smoke beyond all repair
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| So my darlin’my darlin’just let go by That old silhouette on the great western sky
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| And I’ll pick out a tune and they’ll move right along
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| And they’re gone like smoke and they’re gone like this song
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| Say a prayer for the cowgirl |