(Daryl Burgess/Tom Britt)
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Can you hear it cross the valley
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Can you hear that mournful sound
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I'm riding rails of silver
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Going to where I'm bound
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High above the fields of clover
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On a lazy, hot July
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When I get to where I'm going
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I'll hold my head up high
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I will roll across these mountains
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I will take the last train out
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Riding rails of silver
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Going to where I'm bound
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Roses, dust and ashes
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Throw them where I lay
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And if by chance you see me
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There'll be no sorrow on my face
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For I will see the beauty
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I only wish that you could see
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I'll leave my body weakened
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I'll leave my soul to wander free, so free
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So if you should see a diamond
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Fall down from the sky
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Its just a teardrop
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From the corner of my eye
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As good-bye, as I fly
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To where I'm bound
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Where I'm Bound
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| Patty Loveless |
