Townes Van Zandt
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When the wind don’t blow in Amarillo
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When the moon along the Gunnison don’t rise
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And I cast my dreams upon your love babe
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And lie beneath the laughter of your eyes
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Chorus:
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Snowin’ on Raton
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Come morning I’ll be through them hills and gone
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Snowin’ on Raton
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Come morning I’ll be through them hills and gone
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Mother thinks the road is long and lonely
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Little brother thinks the road is straight and fine
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Little darlin’ thinks the road is soft and lovely
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I’m thankful that ole road’s a friend of mine
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(Repeat Chorus)
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I’ll bid the years goodbye, you cannot steal them
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You cannot turn the circles of the sun
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You cannot count the miles until you feel them
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You cannot hold a lover that is gone
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(Repeat Chorus)
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Tomorrow the mountains will be sleepin’
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Silent ‘neath the blanket green and blue
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And I shall hear the silence they are keepin’
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And I’ll bring all their promises to you
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(Repeat Chorus)
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Snowin' On Raton
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| Robert Earl Keen |
