| Say a prayer for the cowboy
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| His mare’s run away
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| And he’ll walk til he finds her
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| His darling, his stray
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| But the river’s in flood
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| And the roads are awash
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| And the bridges break up In the panic of loss.
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| And there’s nothing to follow
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| There’s nowhere to go She’s gone like the summer
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| Gone like the snow
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| And the crickets are breaking
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| His heart with their song
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| As the day caves in And the night is all wrong
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| Did he dream, was it she
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| Who went galloping past
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| And bent down the fern
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| Broke open the grass
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| And printed the mud with
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| The iron and the gold
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| That he nailed to her feet
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| When he was the lord
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| And although she goes grazing
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| A minute away
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| He tracks her all night
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| He tracks her all day
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| Oh blind to her presence
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| Except to compare
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| His injury here
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| With her punishment there
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| Then at home on a branch
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| In the highest tree
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| A songbird sings out
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| So suddenly
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| Ah the sun is warm
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| And the soft winds ride
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| On the willow trees
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| By the river side
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| Oh the world is sweet
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| The world is wide
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| And she’s there where
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| The light and the darkness divide
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| And the steam’s coming off her
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| She’s huge and she’s shy
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| And she steps on the moon
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| When she paws at the sky
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| And she comes to his hand
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| But she’s not really tame
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| She longs to be lost
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| He longs for the same
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| And she’ll bolt and she’ll plunge
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| Through the first open pass
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| To roll and to feed
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| In the sweet mountain grass
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| Or she’ll make a break
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| For the high plateau
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| Where there’s nothing above
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| And there’s nothing below
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| And it’s time for the burden
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| It’s time for the whip
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| Will she walk through the flame
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| Can he shoot from the hip
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| So he binds himself
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| To the galloping mare
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| And she binds herself
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| To the rider there
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| And there is no space
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| But there’s left and right
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| And there is no time
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| But there’s day and night
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| And he leans on her neck
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| And he whispers low
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| «Whither thou goest
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| I will go»
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| And they turn as one
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| And they head for the plain
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| No need for the whip
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| Ah, no need for the rein
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| Now the clasp of this union
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| Who fastens it tight?
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| Who snaps it asunder
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| The very next night
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| Some say the rider
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| Some say the mare
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| Or that love’s like the smoke
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| Beyond all repair
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| But my darling says
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| «Leonard, just let it go by
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| That old silhouette
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| On the great western sky»
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| So I pick out a tune
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| And they move right along
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| And they’re gone like the smoke
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| And they’re gone like this song
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