No sun on the Rockies, not even the light of day
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I feel that old cabin fever coming on
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But I know where I'll be when lady luck finally blows my way
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She'll put the wind in my sails and I'll be gone
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It won't be long before my ship comes in
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Gonna sail right out of Colorado
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Catch a ride on a warm trade wind to Puerta
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No-One-Knows
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She'll find me waiting when my ship comes in
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Gonna board and go whichever way the wind blows
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I'll be off to find myself once again in Puerta
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No-One-Knows When my ship comes in
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Maybe I'm only dreaming but it sure seems real
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Somehow the wind doesn't chill quite to the bone
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Or could it just be the fever I'm running on an uneven keel
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Not losing sight of why I'm up here alone
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[Chorus]
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It won't be long before my ship comes in
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She'll find me waiting when my ship comes in
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It won't be long before my ship comes in
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She'll find me waiting when my ship comes in
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When my ship comes in
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When My Ship Comes In
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| Clint Black |
