| When Abilene was young and gay
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| And thunder storms filled up the day
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| The cattle roamed outside the town
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| Then tracks were lain across the plain
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| By broken old men in torrid rains
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| The towns grew up and the people were still
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| We all joined in and all joined hands
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| All joined in to help run this land
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| Then soldiers came, long long ago
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| Rode through the town and rode down those who were
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| Gold came and went, quickly spent
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| And the people broke down and often drowned
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| In the wealth and pain of old Abilene
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| Sleeping in the midday sun
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| Sleeping in the midday sun |