WITH THE POZO SECO SINGERS
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WRITER BOB DYLAN
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If today was not an endless highway,
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If tonight was not a crooked trail,
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If tomorrow wasn't such a long time,
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Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all.
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Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
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Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
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Only if she was lyin' by me,
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Then I'd lie in my bed once again.
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I can't see my reflection in the waters,
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I can't speak the sounds that show no pain,
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I can't hear the echo of my footsteps,
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Or can't remember the sound of my own name.
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Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
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Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
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Only if she was lyin' by me,
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Then I'd lie in my bed once again.
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There's beauty in the silver, singin' river,
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There's beauty in the sunrise in the sky,
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But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty
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That I remember in my true love's eyes.
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Yes, and only if my own true love was waitin',
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Yes, and if I could hear her heart a-softly poundin',
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Only if she was lyin' by me,
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Then I'd lie in my bed once again.
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Tomorrow Is A Long Time
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| Don Williams |
