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Oh, when the wind don't blow in Amarillo And the moon along the Gunnison don't rise Shall I cast my dreams upon your love, babe And lie beneath the laughter of your eyes? It's snowin' on Raton Come mornin' I'll be through them hills and gone Mother thinks the road is long and lonely Little brother thinks the road is straight and fine Little darling thinks the road is soft and lovely I'm thankful that old road's a friend of mine It's snowin' on Raton Come mornin' I'll be through them hills and gone Bid the years goodbye, you cannot still them You cannot turn the circles of the sun And you cannot count the miles until you feel them And you cannot hold a lover that is gone It's snowin' on Raton Come mornin' I'll be through them hills and gone Well, tomorrow the mountains will be sleeping Silent 'neath the blanket green and blue I shall hear the silence they are keeping And I'll bring all their promises to you It's snowin' on Raton Come mornin' I'll be through them hills and gone It's snowin' on Raton Come mornin' I'll be through them hills and gone Come mornin' I'll be through them hills and gone
Writer(s): Townes Van Zandt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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