by Townes Van Zandt
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There's no stronger wind than the one that blows
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down a lonesome railroad line
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No prettier sight than looking back
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on a town you left behind
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There is nothin' that's as real
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as a love that's in my mind
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Close your eyes
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I'll be here in the morning
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close your eyes
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I'll be here for a while
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There's lots of things along the road
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I'd surely like to see
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I'd like to lean into the wind
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and tell myself I'm free
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but your softest whisper's louder
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than the highways call to me
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All the mountains and the rivers
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and the valleys can't compare
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to your blue lit dancin' eyes
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and yellow shining hair
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I could never hit the open road
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and leave you layin' there
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Lay your head back easy, love,
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close your cryin' eyes
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I'll be layin' here beside you
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when the sun comes on the rise
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I'll stay as long as the cuckoo wails
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and the lonesome bluejay cries.
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I'll be here in the morning
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| Townes Van Zandt |
