| A lonely spot, I know where no man will go Where the shadows have all the room
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| I was ridin' free on the old SP
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| Humming a southern tune
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| When a man came along made me hush my song
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| Kicked me off, way out there
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| As she pulled out of sight I turned to the right
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| A left and everywhere
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| But all I could see was a cactus tree
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| And a prairie dog playing there
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| I watched the prairie dog feed on the tumbleweed
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| That’s his home, way out there
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| So I threw down my load in the desert road
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| Rested my weary legs too
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| I watched the sinking sun, make the tall shadows run
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| Out across that barren plain
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| Then I hummed a tune to the risin' moon
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| He gets lonesome way out there
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| So I closed my eyes to the starlit skies
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| And lost myself in dreams
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| I dreamed the desert sand was a milk and honey land
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| Then I awoke with a start
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| There the train comin' back on that one way track
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| Gonna take me away from here
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| As she was passin' by, I caught her on the fly
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| I climbed in an open door
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| Then I turned around to that desert ground
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| Saw the spot I would see no more
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| As I was ridin' away
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| I heard the pale moon say
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| Farewell pal
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| It sure gets lonesome here |