| Even as she sleeps, she feels his restless turning
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| As he struggles with an old dream all night long
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| And when she awakes, she turns to reassure him
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| She whispers to a shadow and finds him gone
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| Way out in the barn a single lamp is burning
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| She faintly hears a radio play a sad old cowboy song
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| She watches as he takes, his old saddle from the wall
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| A sudden chill runs through her in the cold of the not quite dawn
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| She’s losing him, to the rodeo wind
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| That blows through his soul, when the summer begins
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| When the winter snow falls, he’ll come back again
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| But his heart always drifts, on the rodeo wind
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| One sure way to lose him
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| Is to try and make him stay
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| He can’t explain he don’t even know himself
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| But the force that drew her to him
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| Has just gotta break away
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| And the sound of the road and the rolling wheel
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| Is the only thing that helps
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| Bridge:
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| Now it all makes sense, those signs she’s been seeing all along
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| She feels like such a fool, a woman ought to know
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| Just the other day, she saw him sittin' on the south fence |
| Throwing stones at prairie dogs, and staring down the road |