Oh the townhouse warbler lives far apart in a song
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He holds the poor in his memory he never, he never lets on
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He gathers strength as he gazes at length in a joy
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You cannot tell from the sound of nothings been heard from his boy
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He's a thief in the night and he's stealing for light you won't know it
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He's already found you, his arms all around, you won't show it
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Maybe one day you'll know more of, you'll know enough to say
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Look over yonder he's already coming
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Look over yonder he's already coming
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Look over yonder he's already coming your way
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Oh the caretaker's daughter she lives near the Garden of Eden
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She knows the name of each flower, she remembers which let you in
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She spills the sky when she looks in your eye and her jasmine
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A symphony heard from a mansion when the wind sweeps in between
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She's a thief in the night and she's stealing for love you won't know it
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She's already found you, her arms all around, you won't show it
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Maybe one day you'll know more of, you'll know enough to say
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Look over yonder she's already coming
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Look over yonder she's already coming
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Look over yonder she's already coming your way
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Oh the old engineer stays patient high in his roundhouse
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He watches his trains appearing through silent puffs of snow
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And his eyes are bright as he watches them nearing the time to set the track
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With a flick of his wrist he waves to let them go
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He's a thief in the night and he's stealing for life you won't know it
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He's already found you, his arms all around, you won't show it
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Maybe one day you'll know more of, you'll know enough to say
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Look over yonder he's already coming
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Look over yonder he's already coming
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Look over yonder he's already coming your way
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REPEAT CHORUS
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Santa Fe Thief
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Jimmie Dale Gilmore |