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Snowin on Raton
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by Townes Van Zandt
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When the wind don't blow in Amarillo
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and the moon along the Gunnison don't rise
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shall I cast my dreams upon your love, babe
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and lie beneath the laughter of your eyes
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It's snowin' on Raton
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come morning I'll be through them hills and gone
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mother thinks the road is long and lonely
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little brother thinks the road is straight and fine
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little darling thinks the road is soft and lovely
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I'm thankful that old road is a friend of mine
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Bid the years good-bye you cannot still them
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you cannot turn the circles of the sun
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you cannot count the miles until you feel them
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and you cannot hold a lover that is gone
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Tomorrow the mountains will be sleeping
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Silently the blanket green and blue
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all that I shall hear the silence they are keeping
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I'll bring all their promises to you
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Snowin on Raton
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| Townes Van Zandt |
