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Telluride |||||

On my way to the Telluride sawmill today I thought of an old...

Tequila And Me |||||

The telephone's ringing, the radio's singing A song I know m...

The Ballad Of Weaverville |||||

Well, I'll tell you 'bout a gambler, folks, Jim Weaver was h...

The Old Street Singer |||||

Sitting on a park bench soaking up the sun Singing to the ch...

The Trumpet Vine |||||

The trumpet vine grew in the kitchen window And bloomed brig...

The Wind Blows Wild |||||

Crying like a warning in the night Crying like a warning in ...

Theres Lots I Could Have Told Her |||||

It snowed along the ridge top this morning When I woke every...

These Times Were Living In |||||

It's down by the river The water's running low As I wander u...

Traveling Day |||||

Somehow they just don't start off slow I must be off again a...

Two-way Waltz |||||

You a quicksilver lady, a child of the morning, A flower by ...