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Mill Creek
02:54
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raised center aisle
in the 4-stall barn
overo paint
with his red-roan charm
sunrise comes
through the oak 'n pine
hay & grain
yeah it's breakfast time
mill creek flows
past the moody hills
mill creek flows
in the morning chill
ol' brown mare
she push the paint around
meek & mild
a joke to stand his ground
new smooth wire
runs along this land
blackberries grow
pile 'em in your hand
mill creek flows
past the moody hills
mill creek flows
in the morning chill
mill creek flows
see the horses graze
mill creek flows
feel the lazy days
the good life
oh, the good life
it's right here
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2. |
Run Your Luck
03:36
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green mesquite
in all this texas heat
and push them cattle in
and we push them cattle in
ride the caprock and we
ride the southern ridge
we slowly ride along
and we ride alone
you seen the brazos
and you've seen the rio grande
you been to denver
and you've seen cheyenne
you put the miles on that ol' pickup truck
you've run your horses
and you've run your luck
stock tank's cold & take your
saddle off & the sorrel rolls
let him rest awhile
and you rest awhile
just three more miles and there's the
cattle pens, vaccine & then
pull the irons from the fire
yeah the irons from the fire
chorus
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3. |
West to the M Lazy C
04:17
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ute pass, west on 24
granite walls & pine trees
at your door
look on your shoulder now
the north face lookin' down
the "hungry bear" & "donut mill"
make this town
headin' west to the m lazy c
headin' west now, to the m lazy c
lake george, west on 24
eleven-mile canyon
fishing lures
pull off the shoulder now
a flake of hay for the bay
"maountain shadows"
grab a bite, take a break
chorus
passin' tarryall, west on 24
plains of buffalo & hartsel
you've gone too far
just a dirt road
windin' back through the trees
a single feather swings
from randy's hat, you'll see
chorus
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4. |
Riding Fences
03:12
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hitchin' post - pull that cinch tight
warm that bit in my hand or I know
she gonna put up a fight
silhouettes - early mornin' light
one last chance at the water tank
close the gate behind you tight
as you ride the fence along
riding fences all day long
as you ride along
would you say the work is hard?
would you say the pay is short
and the day is long?
but you know you're heart is free
and you know this is where
you will always be
chorus
in the early mornin' light
riding fences
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5. |
I-25
03:18
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crack in the windshield
right where you need to see
driver's side sunburn
you wish you'd wore long sleeves
dotted yellow line, like
counting sheep rub your eyes
and the miles go by
and you shift and sigh
and the miles go by
and you rub your eyes
i-25
sunrise on the front range
y'er right where you need to be
alpenglow on evans now
it's just what you need to see
down the road a few more miles &
castle, springs and you smile
chorus
before the afternoon rains
before the clouds come in & stay
just to see that fourteen grand
above this promised land
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6. |
Autumn Sky
03:01
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walk the sorrel 'round & through the trees
'neath the green & yellow quakin' leaves
cattle grazin' on the timothy
feel the chill upon the changin' breeze
smell the pine & all the evergreen
timberline is somethin' I can see
river rocks are in the mountain stream
now you know I never wanna leave
seasons come / days go by
autumn leaves / crisp blue skies
seasons come / days go by
fallin' leaves / autumn sky
from the aspen & the cottonwood
fallin' leaves are comin' down for good
they float along to where the river goes
& catch a ride to only heaven knows
chorus
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7. |
Montana Green
04:27
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string the herd out & ride
across the long green plains
from the tall grass of texas
don't you cross the panhandle, my friend
down ol' butterfield stage
then up along the pecos
into new mexico
leave those holes of alkali behind
see the rain dark clouds
stretch along the horizon
feel the cold wind blow
feel it push you back again
up the goodnight-loving trail
all the way to denver
and on to cheyenne
and on, onto montana green
graze the herd and you're off
to the lights of town
hollow boot-steps sound
yeah the boardwalk leads the way
to a wash & a meal
take a drink & laugh again
spend every penny that you earn
in the bustle of a town you won't see again
but you will see...
chorus
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8. |
4th of July
03:58
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angora chaps - ride with my hat down low
in my winter's beard & my sheepskin coat
breakin' ice so the bay can drink
in the fading light, makes a lone man think
and have you ever seen, with the naked eye
all the falling stars from the midnight sky
it's hard to believe, yeah it's quite a sight
raining down on me like the 4th o' july
like the 4th o' july
hobble the bay & unpack the grain
get your bedroll down - light your pipe again
some things are hard to say, no one can understand
all the things you seen & the places you been
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9. |
La Junta Storms
03:19
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christmas goes, blizzard sound
valley storms, towns shut down
three feet fell on these snow-cold plains
drifts ran high, hard winds came
hay drops - new year sky
hay falls - still we try
hay falls - from this new year sky
hay drops - cattle die
la junta storms, lamar she cries
planes & blackhawks cross the sky
hay's flown in, tractors try
rangeland snows, spindrift white
chorus
15,000 lost (you can't count the cost)
15,000 lost (you just can't count the cost)
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10. |
Montana Green (reprise)
02:21
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Mark Mitten Shoshone, Idaho
Singer-songwriter. A blend of folk and folk-western. Also lead singer of Atomicana.
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