Well I left my home looking for green grass
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Headed for Pine Ridge and points beyond
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But on the road I met an impasse
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Every direction looked just like home
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There is a road, there is a mountain.
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With many stops along the way
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How many Days? I am not counting
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It's been a long, long time you've been away
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Well a flower grows in a deep dark canyon
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Where the river wanders to leave the trail
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And the night bird searches for her companion
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Who sings of sunlight behind the veil.
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Everyone knows what makes the dove sing
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And now I know you've gone to stay
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How many nights? I am not counting
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It's been a long, long time you've been away
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Now I walk alone down streets of silver
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In empty hollows wet with the dew
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In the sudden stillness of a summer morning
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In all my dreams I walk with you
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There is a rose there is a fountain
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And I have found that lost highway
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How many years? I have stopped counting
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It's been a long, long time I've been away
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It's been a long, long time I've been away
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Long, Long Time
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| Jimmie Dale Gilmore |
