The money would be pretty good
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If a quart of milk were still a dollar
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Or even if a quart of milk were still a quart
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And the hours, well, I don't mind
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How they creep on by like an old love of mine
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It's the years that simply disappear that are doing me in
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Guess I married too young,
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Yeah, nineteen was just too young,
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But sometimes you meet someone
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And your guts just burn
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It's not that I don't love him anymore
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It's just that when I hear him
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Coming through that front door
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My heart doesn't race like it did once before
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But I've got a horse out in the country
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I get to see him every second Sunday
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He comes when I call him,
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Yeah, he knows his name
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One day I'll saddle up
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And the two of us will ride away
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This weather I could almost stand
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If the sun would shine a little brighter
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Or even if the sun would shine at all
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But lately it just seems to me
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That this life has lost its mystery
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And these cold fall mornings seem to bite
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Just a little bit harder
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And all my friends have settled down
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Become their mothers and their fathers
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Without a sound
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Except for Cathy,
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She bought a one-way subway ticket
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And left us all behind
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But I've got a horse out in the country
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I get to see him every second Sunday
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He comes when I call him,
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Yeah, he knows his name
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One day I'll saddle up
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And the two of us will ride away
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This town wouldn't be so bad
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If a girl could trust her instincts
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Or even if a girl could trust a boy
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A Horse In The Country
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| Cowboy Junkies |
