(Walter Martin Cowart)
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Cowboys and indians and trees he could climb
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Tomorrow came too fast but he didn't mind
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The distance was short so light it again
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It don't take no time to get where I am
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But one paper kid wasn't really so mean
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Just a little bit scarred and a little bit green
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And he'd heard of a place it was legal to dream
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So he sat with his coffee in a blue Texas wind
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And he wrote on a rock
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The one paper kid is rollin' again
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Driver was drunk or he just didn't see
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The future is there it'll happen to me
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And all the time that he wasted was his once again
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Ah, it never takes long to get where you've been
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Broken hearts scattered all over the past
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Old bad memories trying to last
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Whiskey and women and growing up fast
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Fussing and loving and itching like grass
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Hell that one paper kid wasn't really so mean
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Just a little bit weird cause times were so lean
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Now he's gone to a place where it's legal to dream
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No camels no coffee no cold morning winds
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It was wrote on a rock
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The one paper kid is rollin' again
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One Paper Kid
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Emmylou Harris |