Ridin' against the wind in east New Mexico
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His skin is dry and worn as the Texas plains
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He's headed where the air is thinand the cold blue northers blow
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Up throw the raton pass but he'll have to beat the early snow.
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The winter of '64 was a great many years ago
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When a young man went away for the rebel cause
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And he was branded by the war and the only life he'd know
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Was lookin' over his shoulder saddle bound and layin' low.
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Now there's a man on the Goodnight-Loving
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Like too many other men out on the trail
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Who found the hard way when the pushing comes to shoving
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He'd go six feet under before he'd go to jail.
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Now there's a place just north of here where they say the outlaws go
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Where a man can leave his name and past behind
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And every now and then you'll hear he's gone the way of the buffalo
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And that he finally made the pass but he didn't beat the early snow.
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Now there's a man on the Goodnight-Loving
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Like too many other men out on the trail
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Who found the hard way when the pushing comes to shoving
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He'd go six feet under before he'd go to jail.
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He'd go six feet under before he'd go to jail...
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The Goodnight-Loving
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Clint Black |