| Slidin' down the canyon on the Black Baldy Stallion
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| Through the rocks and the ridges of the cold dark night
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| Shinin' like a diamond from the belt of Orion
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| Is it your imagination, is the end in sight
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| From the top of the mountain to the edge of the water
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| You can hear her singin' softly so you spring to the order
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| Of the song she was singin' the first time you saw her
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| The years melt away as you ride toward the border
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| Such a long, long way to ride
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| Just to hear her say your name
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| When you reach the other side
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| You won’t leave her again
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| It’s a resonating wonder how you’ve never knuckled under
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| To the Elders of the village on that early Easter mornin'
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| 'Cause you never broke your promises and loving her is all there is
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| Ridin' through the river in the fiery dawnin'
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| Such a long, long way to ride
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| (Still you have to carry on)
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| Just to hear her say your name
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| When you reach the other side
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| (Where she waits to take you home)
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| You won’t leave her again
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| (Guitar)
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| Sittin' in the cafe on the corner of the plaza
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| She’s openin' the letter you could not deliver
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| As the Black Baldy Stallion riderlessly passes
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| Gleamin' in the sun drippin' water from the river
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| Such a long, long way to ride
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| (Still you have to carry on)
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| Just to hear her say your name
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| When you reach the other side
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| (Where she waits to take you home)
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| You won’t leave her again
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| …a long, long way to ride
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| (Still you have to carry on)
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| Just to hear her say your name
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| (From the twilight to the dawn)
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| When you reach the other side
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| (Where she waits to take you home)
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| You won’t leave her again
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| You won’t leave her again |