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Worn to a frazzle way down in my bones
I've sung every song about being alone
Ah, honey, please be there when I get home
The tourists, they've all given up for the night
Coyotes howlin' the cold on my left and my right
And I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone
The wind grows stronger I'm caught by the throat
And my tarpaulin flaps like a pensioner's coat
Ah, honey, please be there when I get home
All my friends are on the pogey. I'm on the pills
Hooked on the white lines that run through the hills
And I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone
There's not many wise men you meet in this life
Oh, Will at the lakehead vever took him a wife
Ah, honey, please be there when I get home
Asked about this and he just shook his head
He said,
love
is
for
dreamers, ws all that he said
And I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone
And I must be some kind of fool to leave you alone
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- Raven Singer
- Yellowhead To Yellowstone & Other Love
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- Ian Tyson: Live At Longview
- Live At Longview
- Eighteen Inches of Rain
- Old Corrals and Sagebrush & Other Cowboy Culture Classics
- Saddle Bronc Girl
- Cowboyography
- Lost Herd
- Saddle Up! The Cowboy Renaisance
- And Stood There Amazed
- I Outgrew the Wagon
- New Country Magazine: May 1994
- Alberta: Wild Roses Northern Lights
- Songs from the Gravel Road
- Country Loves America
- Alcohol, Blues and Country
- Country Summer