| I’m up tonight in the pinnacles bold
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| Where the rim towers high
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| Where the air is clear and the wind blows cold
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| And there’s only the horses and I
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| And the valley swims like a silver sea
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| In the light of the big full moon
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| Strong and clear there comes to me
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| The lilt of the first guard’s tune
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| I’ve travelled better than half my trail
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| I’m well down the further slope
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| I’ve seen my dreams and ambitions fail
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| And memory replaces hope
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| It must be true cause I’ve heard it say
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| That only the good die young
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| And tough old cusses like me ain’t dead
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| We stay till the last dog’s hung
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| But I’ve lived my life and I took my chance
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| Regardless of law of vow
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| I played the game and I’ve had my dance
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| And I’m paying the fiddler now
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| How the boys called me the old night hawk
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| And them paying the fiddler now
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| It’s later now, the guard has changed
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| One voice is clear and strong
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| He’s singing a song of the old time range
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| I always did like that song
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| It takes me back to when I was young
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| And the memories run through my head
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| Of the times I’ve heard that old song sung |
| By voices now long dead
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| I used to shrink when I thought of the past
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| Some of the things that I’ve known
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| I took to drink but now at last
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| I’d far rather be alone
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| It’s strange how quick a night goes by
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| When you live in the days of old
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| Up here there’s only the horses and I
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| Up in the Pinnacles Bold
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| But I’ve lived my life and I took my chance
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| Regardless of law of vow
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| I played the game and I’ve had my dance
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| And I’m paying the fiddler now
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| How the boys called me the old night hawk
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| I’m paying the fiddler now
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| There in the East is the morning star
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| Shines with a fiery glow
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| Till it looks like the end of a big cigar
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| Ain’t got too far to go
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| Just like the cowboys that make a flash
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| But they don’t stand much of the run
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| They always bust in with a sweep and the dash
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| When most of the work is done
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| Well, I can see the East is getting grey
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| And I’ll gather the horses soon
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| And faint from the valley far away
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| Comes the drone of the last guards tune
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| Yes life is just like the night herd song
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| As the years they come and they go |
| You start with a swing that’s free and strong
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| But you finish up tired and slow
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| But I’ve lived my life and I took my chance
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| Regardless of law of vow
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| I played the game and I’ve had my dance
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| And I’m paying the fiddler now
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| How the boys called me the old night hawk
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| And I’m paying the fiddler now |