| Hey Dawson let’s ride again
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| Up Franklin Canyon with our faces to the wind
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| Let’s start at daybreak when the East is turnin' gray
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| Laugh about the ones that got away
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| Hey Dawson let’s ride again
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| Up the old red dugway and around the aspen bend
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| Up on top of Timberfork and down the other side
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| Let’s count our blessings as we ride
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| For the time’s a changin' the city’s closin' in
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| Across that old cattle guard our troubles all begin
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| My heart is broken I need a friend
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| Hey Dawson let’s ride again
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| Hey Dawson where the Hell you goin'
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| Huntin' season’s comin' and there’s talk of early snow
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| These old red canyons they won’t ever be the same
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| Just by the mention of your name
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| Hey Dawson I’ll write you a song
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| But this time where you’re goin' I can’t ride along
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| From old Hunt’s Meadow to the dusty Echo side
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| Those were the best times in my life
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| Repeat Chorus
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| Final Verse:
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| Hey Dawson let’s ride again
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| Paradise can’t hold a candle to the places we have been
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| Beneath the endless shadows of majestic Lewis Peak
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| Until They set my spirit free
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| Final Chorus |