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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jack Klatt
Jack Klatt
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jack Klatt
Jack Klatt
Composer

Songteksten

I rode the high line, I rode the low line
I've seen plains birth mountains 'fore my eyes
I've felt the morning sun on my body like a gun
As I lay waiting with the moonlight
It's been a long time since Missoula
And Matilda's long black hair
Mountain do no harm, take me back into your arms
You know I suffer for your soul
Anywhere I go, oh boys, I got a home
Like the river rambles to the sea
So wherever I'm a-goin', oh however I'm a-rollin'
Oh don't you worry none for me
Oh so reckless, said the highway
And lonesome on the road
Helpless cried the mother as her disappearing lover
His shadow in the sunset explodes
Don't you hear that roarin' westbound
Where the dreamers lay to rest by the rods
It don't matter much when my body turns to dust
Just let my words echo on
Anywhere I go, oh boys, I got a home
Like the river rambles to the sea
So when death comes a-knockin', I ain't gonna try and stop him
Oh don't you worry none for me
Written by: Jack Klatt
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