| Change of clothes was all I carried
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| There were three of us to do the driving
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| The sky turned black outside of Laramie
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| And the rain poured down all over Wyoming
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| It took two long days and four full tanks of gas
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| To get to Livingston
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| In between the silences and the feeling grateful
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| I had so much time for remembering
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| Late nights around some ones table
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| Something deeper about those gatherings
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| More than once I’ve been far far away
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| And thinking bout Livingston
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| On the way back home I would stop awhile
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| Ease this truck onto the shoulder of the road
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| It’s a long straight line
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| That goes for miles and miles
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| It’s as lonely as a great plains Conoco
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| I came to say good bye, and to hug you
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| But I wasn’t brave enough to say that
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| So I said see you soon and I love you
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| And I think you understood me from way back
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| From the very first time we ever sang our songs
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| Late one night in Livingston
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| On the way back home I would stop awhile
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| Ease this truck onto the shoulder of the road
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| It’s a long straight line
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| That goes for miles and miles
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| It’s as empty as a great plains Conoco
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| I see you standing tall and kinda squinting
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| In a field outside of White Sulphur Springs
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| Don’t need a cowboy hat just a 33 Gibson
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| And a little more time to make it rain
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| As the sun turns red
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| And the sky treasure-gold
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| On the long way back to Livingston |