| It was colder than well diggers ankles in Cut Bank, Montana
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| But my heart was on fire when I saw her step down from the train
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| I’d been up there forever but her arms were finally around me
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| All my icicles melted away at the sound of her name
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| I held her to me as tightly as I held her letter
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| That said, «I don’t love him, I’m leaving this cold, mean man»
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| As the train pulled away from the platform and I put her in the wagon
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| With her head on my shoulder, God knows I was one happy man
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| And I went to heaven that night in her arms in my cabin
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| In the winter of '94 there burned such a powerful flame
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| They still hear her voice in the cabin in Cut Bank, Montana
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| And the icicles all melt away at the sound of her name
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| Hell rolled into town one night on a Wyoming stallion
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| His heart full of hate and eyes full of cold jealousy
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| One way or another he said partner I’m taking back my woman
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| With my hand on my gun I said don’t bet your life the lady said
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| She’s staying with me
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| His knife was a flash in the light of the kerosene lantern
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| That fell as we tangled and fought in the fire on the floor
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| He was a dead man, but I have been to since I lost her
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| from the fire that burned me so bad as I crawled through the door
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| But I went to heaven that night in her arms in my little cabin
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| In the winter of '94 there burned one hell of a flame
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| They still hear her voice from the cabin in Cut Bank, Montana
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| And the icicle all melt away at the sound of her name
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| They still hear her voice from the cabin in Cut Bank, Montana
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| And the icicles all just melt away at the sound of her name |