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Buckskin stallion blues
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by Townes Van Zandt
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I heard her sing in tongues of silver
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I heard her cry on a summer storm
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I loved her, but she did not know it
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so I don't think about her anymore
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Now she's gone, and I can't believe it
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so I don't think about her anymore
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If three and four was seven only
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where would that leave one and two?
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If love can be and still be lonely
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where does that leave me and you?
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Time there was, and time there will be
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where does that leave me and you?
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If I had a buckskin stallion
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I'd tame him down and ride away.
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If I had a flyin' schooner
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I'd sail into the light of day
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If I had your love forever
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sail into the light of day
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Pretty songs and pretty places
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places that I've never seen
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pretty songs and pretty faces
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tell me what their laughter means
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some look like they'll cry forever
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tell me what their laughter means.
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If I had a buckskin stallion
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I'd tame him down and ride away.
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If I had a golden galleon
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I'd sail into the light of day
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If I had your love forever
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sail into the light of day
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Buckskin stallion blues
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| Townes Van Zandt |
