| I’ve seen the hills of Frisco and the streets of Montreal
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| In every town I’ve been to I’ve had someone to call
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| From Winnipeg to Edmonton, Vancouver to St. Paul
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| I’ve had so many good friends I couldn’t miss them all
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| In that long thin dawn, that long thin dawn is coming on again
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| Last night I came to Denver beneath the snowcapped ridge
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| I thought about my darling as I stood beneath the bridge
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| And there were times I made her cry but I guess by now she’s learned
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| That any time I’ve wandered I always have returned
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| In that long thin dawn, that long thin dawn is coming on again
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| Right now I’m on a highway just east of Omaha
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| Riding shotgun on the biggest rig you ever saw
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| With forty tons of pig iron and a trucker known as Bill
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| All the way to Windsor, we’ve got some miles to kill
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| In that long thin dawn, that long thin dawn is coming on again
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| While climbing up a hillside, Bill drops her down a gear
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| And the engine sings so sweetly 'tis music to my ear
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| I tell him how I long to be just like him if I can
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| Driving like the restless wind across this precious land
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| In that long thin dawn, that long thin dawn is coming on again
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| Says Bill, «The air is clean tonight», as he puffs a big cigar
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| «And if this rig keeps rolling, my boy you’ll travel far
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| But when you are a trucker you’ll come to realize
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| The only thing a man can do is watch the world go by»
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| In that long thin dawn, that long thin dawn is coming on again
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| That long thin dawn, that long thin dawn is coming on again |