B. R. Hornsby/Hohn Hornsby
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It's a hazy winter's day
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And I'm staring out on the southland
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In the twilight distance on the bay
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My mind sees you running through the marshland
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All these years I've been waiting for you
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Through the high tides and the low tides too
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But if I stop now how could I ever be with you?
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It's a long race
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If I try I will surely finish
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It's a long race
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If I try I will surely win it
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Some day some night with you
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There's a village on the lower Eastern Shore
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Where the watermen's boats are anchored
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And they work so hard all day long
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Showing me what you want to go after
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All these years I've been pushing so hard
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Through the high times and the low times too
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But if I stop now
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How could I know what I could do?
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It's a long race
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If I try I will surely finish
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It's a long race
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If I try I will surely win it
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Some day some night with you
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The Long Race
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| Bruce Hornsby |
