These are the words that cry out of me in the night.
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Like a buffalo herd from a shotgun blast scattered in flight
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I got a one track mind
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Going down a one train line
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Living on dreams half the time
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Going west
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I gotta pick up speed
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Just to get what I need
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The end of the line guaranteed
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Your love is my rest.
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The coal catches fire and I'm down the wire in a flash
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That big old smoksack is belching out black smoke and ash
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So sad to think of
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Hurting the one you love
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But surely that's what leaving does
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You'd know best.
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I gotta pick up speed
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Just to get what I need
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The end of the line guaranteed
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Your love is my rest.
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I stand in the land of Custer's last stand and I grin
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So this is where old yellow-hair's ghost-dance begins
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I got the blood on my hands
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Can't even live where I stand
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I'm just a travelling man
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Cursed or blessed
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I gotta pick up speed
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Just to get what I need
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The end of the line guaranteed
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Your love is my rest.
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Your Love Is My Rest
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| Jimmie Dale Gilmore |
