| She’d trade Colorado if he’d take her with him
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| Closes the door before the winter lets the cold in Wonders if her love is stron enough to make him stay
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| She’s answered by the tail lights shinning through the window pane
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| He said I wanna see you again but I’m stuck in colder weather
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| Maybe tomorrow will be better, can I call you then?
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| She said your a ramblin man,
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| You ain’t even gonna change
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| You’ve got a gypsy soul to blame,
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| And you were born for leavin'
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| At a truck stop diner just outside of Lincoln,
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| The night as black as the coffee he was drinkin'
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| And in the waitress eyes he sees that same old light a shinnin'
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| And he thinks of Colorado and the girl he left behind him
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| He said I wanna see you again but I’m stuck in colder weather
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| Maybe tomorrow will be better, can I call you then?
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| She said your a ramblin man,
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| You ain’t even gonna change
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| You’ve got a gypsy soul to blame,
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| And you were born for leavin'
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| Born for leavin'
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| Well it’s a windin' road,
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| When your in the lost and found
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| Your a lover, I’m a runner
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| And we go round and round and round
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| And I love you but I leave you,
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| I don’t want you but I need you
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| You know it’s you that calls me back here babyyy
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| Ohhh, I wanna see you again but I’m stuck in colder weather
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| Maybe tomorrow will be better, can I call you then?
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| Cause I’m a ramblin man,
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| I ain’t even gonna change
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| (I ain’t ever gonna change)
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| Got a gypsy soul to blame,
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| And I was born for leavin'
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| Born for leavin'
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| When I close my eyes I see you,
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| No matter where I am
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| I can smell your perfume through the whisperin' pines
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| I’m with your ghost again,
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| It’s a shame about the weather,
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| I know soon we’ll be together
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| And I can’t wait till then
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| (I can’t wait till then) |