She played tambourine with a silver jingle
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and she must have known the word to at least a million tunes,
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but the one most requested by the man she knew as cowboy
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was the late night benediction at the y'all come back saloon.
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In a voice soft and trembling,
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she'd sing her song to cowboy as a smokey halo circled round her raven hair.
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And all the fallen angels and pinball playing rounders
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stopped the games that they'd been playing for the losers evening prayer.
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Faded love and faded memories how they linger in her mind.
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miles and years played the cowboy like and old melody out of tune and out of time.
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Every night in the shadows thinking back on Amarillo,
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he'd dream of better days and ask for faded love,
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lifting high his glass in honor of the lady and her song,
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he paid his check then lonely walked the broken cowboy home.
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Faded love and faded memories how they linger in her mind.
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miles and years played the cowboy like and old melody out of tune and out of time.
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Faded love and faded memories how they linger in her mind.
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miles and years played the cowboy like and old melody out of tune and out of time.
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Y'all Come Back Saloon
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Oak Ridge Boys |