In the Beartooth Mountains where the twin peaks touch the sky
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There's a homemade cabin out of sight from tourists' eyes
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And inside lightin' up a fire to fight the cold
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Lives a miner's daughter with a heart as pure as gold
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She's as gentle flowin' as the sweet grass on the plains
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And I need her lovin' like the forest needs the rain
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Like a rollin' river she just swept my heart away
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Now I'm out here driftin' when I know I should've stayed
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Oh, that west wind is callin' in skies of turqoise blue
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And the creek is still runnin' like quicksilver dew
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She was all that I needed, why did I ever leave?
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Oh, her voice voice on the westwind is still callin' me
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There's a cold wind blowin' through this mountain pass tonight
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As I hold her memory to my heart it don't seem right
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Just an empty cabin with a lock left on the door
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Now I realize that I've lost the girl for sure
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So I went up to Red Lodge to see if they might know
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All the townfolk said that she left sometime ago
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She just up and married with a nice young city man
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I was a fool to let her slip right through my hands
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Westwind
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| Bill Miller |
