| Looking out at the road before me
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| I can feel it heavy in my eyes
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| Further down there’s a woman waiting
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| But this leavin' don’t come as no surprise
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| Looking out over Colorado
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| I can see ten different kinds of gold
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| Faded now like a river wonderin'
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| Just how long it’ll be 'til I’ve grown old
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| You’d think by now I’d have learned
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| Well there ain’t much more to say
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| This road can give and take away
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| And I know that I’ll see harder days
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| I guess I’ve learned the harder way
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| To go
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| On my own in a crowd of people
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| I’m reminded of the seeds that I have sown
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| Left alone as a young boy waiting
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| For the leader of the band to come back home
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| You’d think by now I’d have learned
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| Well there ain’t much more to say
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| This road can give and take away
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| And I know that I’ll see harder days
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| I guess I’ve learned the harder way
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| To go |