In the cool of the evening
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She calls me to dance.
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My back's about broken.
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From choppin' the plants
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My soul is so thirsty,
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I can't sleep at night
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She walks in my dreams
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and brings me delight
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I was born to the workers
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To toil and to strife
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My father before me
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He worked all his life
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He took nothing for granted
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He said son never bend
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This heart that's been broken
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Only her love can mend
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Some men could give you
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Ranches and Rivers
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With fences of Barbed Wire
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To keep out the cold
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But me, I got nothin'
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No Titles to nothin'
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Just a Love and a Fire
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More Precious than gold
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Your daddy works me in the ground
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He knows something's goin' down
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Will you pack your things and ride with me?
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Tomorrow at sunrise,
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With the dew on the cotton,
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They cut loose the watchdogs
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When they see that we're gone
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The smile of my sweet one
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Asleep on the car seat
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Ten miles to the border
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Where we will be free
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Ranches and Rivers
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Ely Joe |