I know you rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone I know you rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone Gonna miss your baby, from rolling in your arms Lay down last night, Lord, I could not take my rest Lay down last night, Lord, I could not take my rest My mind was wandering like the wild geese in the West The sun will shine in my back door some day The sun will shine in my back door some day March winds will blow all my troubles away I wish I was a headlight on a north-bound train I wish I was a headlight on a north-bound train I'd shine my light through the cool Colorado rain I know you rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone I know you rider, gonna miss me when I'm gone Gonna miss your baby, from rolling in your arms
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