| A daughter in Denver, a son in Cheyenne
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| An ex-wife in Dallas with a suitable man
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| I’m out on this prairie where the winter winds blow
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| I’m thinkin' about them and missin' them so
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| My old man kept his feelin’s hidden inside
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| And I turned out the same no matter how hard I tried
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| And this is somethin' my family came to know well
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| I knew I loved them but there was no way they could tell
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| A daughter in Denver, a son in Cheyenne
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| An ex-wife in Dallas with a suitable man
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| I’m out on this prairie where the winter wind blow
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| Thinkin' about them and missin' them so
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| Now it’s half-an-hour by truck just to look at a tree
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| Its eighteen hundred acres of nothin' but me
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| Just me and some prairie dogs livin' what passes for life
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| All that I know is I’m missin' my kids and my wife
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| A daughter in Denver, a son in Cheyenne
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| An ex-wife in Dallas with a suitable man
|
| I’m out on this prairie where the winter wind blow
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| I’m thinkin' about them and missin' them so
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| I’m thinkin' about them and missin' them so
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| A daughter in Denver, a son in Cheyenne |