There is a tree in midwest country It blossoms in fall, lonesome and tall
It stands alone, no naked shadows Will cast upon its evergreens
Is it hard to realize what I am to do?
Is it hard to realize what I am to do?
To the rule of cowboys, nickels and dimes When I sing the wind chime
To the rule of cowboys, pay your deed We'll go the best we can from money seed
The river runs through midwest valley No lust, no sound, shivers his ground
Beneath his feet, beneath this unknown This coiled soil will carry his old dusty bones
Is it hard to realize what I am to you?
Is it hard to realize what I am to you?
To the rule of cowboys, nickels and dimes When I sing the wind chime
To the rule of cowboys, pay your deed We'll go the best we can from money seed
To the rule of cowboys, nickels and dimes When I sing the wind chime
To the rule of cowboys, pay your deed We'll go the best we can from money seed
Is it hard to realize what I am to you?
Is it hard to realize what I am to you?
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