| There’s no stronger wind than the one that blows
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| Down a lonesome railroad line
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| There’s a prettier sight than looking back
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| On the town you left behind,
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| Nothing is as real as a love that’s in your mind
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| Close your eyes, I’ll be here in the morning
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| Close your eyes, I’ll be here for a while
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| And the rivers and the mountains, and the valleys can’t compare
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| With your blue-lit, flashing, dancing eyes
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| And your yellow shining hair
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| I’d never hit that open road, and leave you lying there
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| Lay your head back easy easy, love, and dry your crying eyes
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| I’ll be here in the morning when the sun is on the rise
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| I’ll stay as long as the cuckoo wails
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| And the lonesome blue jay cries
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| First Verse |