| Lately he can feel it
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| Turning off inside his heart
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| She’s calling him from the car phone
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| And she’s falling apart
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| Now he could call in her prescription
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| And they will take it down off the shelf
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| But he knows that he can’t save her from herself no more
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| No more
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| And you can ride home in the country doctor
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| And you might do the best that you can
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| But who is gonna help the medicine man
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| Who is gonna save him?
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| Now he always was a healer
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| There was something in his eyes
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| And his hand upon your head
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| When fever started to rise
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| And there’s someone he lost long ago
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| Now there’s flowers on her grave
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| And they say that it’s still her
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| That he’s trying to save
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| He’s trying to save her
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| And you can ride home in the country doctor
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| And you might do the best that you can
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| But who is gonna help the medicine man
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| Who is gonna save the medicine man?
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| Who is gonna save him?
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| Who is gonna save him?
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| Later on in the evening
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| When the sun goes sinking down
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| He goes out for a walk
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| Along the sound
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| And he thinks he can hear her
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| Calling him away
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| But he tells her he must wait
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| Another day
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| Wait another day |