| The wind is high, you can hear it cry
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| All the way to the cold, cold moon
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| And I hurt inside, in my heart tonight
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| I feel like cryin' too
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| Eleven months and a day
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| Was all the judge had to say
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| They took young Dan and locked him away
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| Yeah, weed was his crime
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| And young Dan did his time
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| Thinkin' 'bout his pretty girl Mae
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| When they gave back his clothes
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| And put him out on the road
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| Pretty Mae was waitin' in her car
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| There’s all kinds of free
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| But the best had to be
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| That first night back in Pretty Mae’s arms
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| Well, they shacked up in a trailer backed up
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| To the sandbar and Weeping Willow Creek
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| The creek ran low, the summer passed slow
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| There’s never been a love so deep
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| Hey hey hey hey hey hey yo
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| Hey hey hey hey lo
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| Hey hey hey hey hey hey yo
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| Hey hey hey hey lo
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| Now Deputy Ray
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| He had it bad for Pretty Mae
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| Couldn’t stand to see her with that ex-con
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| Half a bottle of Scotch
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| Cradled in his crotch
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| He headed out there with his blue lights on
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| Thirty-aught-six
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| Thinkin' that would do the trick
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| He run the bastard off down the road |
| Ray’d have his way
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| Get it on with Pretty Mae
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| But first that ex-con had to go
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| Hey hey hey hey hey hey yo
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| Hey hey hey hey lo
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| Hey hey hey hey hey hey yo
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| Hey hey hey hey lo
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| Well Dan said, «Ray,
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| What brings you out this way?
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| Pretty Mae is just fixin' up some grub»
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| But Ray was on a tear
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| And Pretty Mae could hear him swear
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| Just kept shoutin', and wavin' that gun
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| No time to think
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| Underneath the sink
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| Pretty Mae had kept a pistol of her own
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| Yeah, shots were fired
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| Broken glass, a blown tire
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| But only the willow would know
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| They found a cruiser car
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| An empty trailer by the sandbar
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| And not another clue left behind
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| Yeah Deputy Ray
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| Young Dan and Pretty Mae
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| Somebody left, somebody most likely died
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| Hey hey hey hey hey hey yo
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| Hey hey hey hey lo
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| Hey hey hey hey hey hey yo
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| Hey hey hey hey lo
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| The wind is high, you can hear it cry
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| All the way to the cold cold moon |