(Don Henley and John David Souther)
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When the hot September sun down in Texas
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Has sucked the streams bone dry
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And turned to roads to dust?
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In the sleepy little towns down in Texas,
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The shades are all pulled down;
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The streets are all rolled up.
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The only thing that breaks the silence
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Are the trucks a-passin' by
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And late at night on the front porch swing
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You can hear a mournful sigh
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The lonesome whippoorwill cries to the stars above
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He was callin' out for his lady love
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She's been gone so long
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I was just talkin' to the moon
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Hopin' someday soon that I'd be over
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The memory of you
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Too hard to hold
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And the wind across the plains
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Is all that now remains
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The night shakes loose the names
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But they never quite go back the way they came
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So, goodbye rodeo
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It's a long, funny way for a man to go
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And never change?
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And never change at all
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I was just talkin' to the moon
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Hopin' someday soon that I'd be over
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The memory of you- too hard to hold on
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I was just talkin' to the moon
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Hopin' someday soon that I'd be over the memory of you
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Talking To The Moon
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| Don Henley |
