Now when the wind don't blow in Amarillo,
And the moon along the Gunnison don't rise,
Shall I cast my dreams upon your love babe,
And lie beneath the laughter of your eyes.
It's snowin' on Raton
Come morning, I'll be through them hills and gone.
Ah, bid the years good-bye, you cannot still them,
Like you cannot still the circles of the sun,
And you cannot count the miles until you feel them,
And you cannot hold a lover that is gone.
Oh Mother thinks the road is long and lonely,
Little brother thinks the road is straight and fine,
Little darling thinks the road is soft and lovely,
I'm thankful that old road's a friend of mine.
Solo - as above
Well, tomorrow the mountains will be sleeping
Silent 'neath a blanket green and blue
Ah, but I shall hear the silence they are keeping
I'll bring all their promises to you.
G(F)C
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