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1.
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A
hot wind blew
‘cross the
prairie, a whiff
of smoke in the
air |
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The cattle were
restless and wary.
The night riders
better take care |
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We lost Little
Joe and three
ponies down a dry
wash early that
day |
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When a wall of
water came sudden,
and swept Big Ed’s
best pal away |
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| chorus |
The campfire was
glowing, the
cattle were lowing |
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I was weary
right down to my
soul |
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One
Lonely Rider
watched our
campfire |
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Go down to its
last burning coal |
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Go down to its
last burning coal |
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2.
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Big Ed pulled
duty as night
hawk. I offered to
stand watch
instead |
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He said the
horses would keep
him from thinking
‘bout Joe being
dead |
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I bedded down
away from the
others. My
buckskin was
grazing near by |
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I listened to
him softly
breathing as I
watched the
firelight die |
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Narration: |
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3.
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Well I woke to a
shout in the
darkness. You know
the cattle, they
were starting to
run |
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The top hands
all scrambled for
horses. All of
them bolted but
one |
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I jumped to the
back of my
buckskin. You
know, there's one
thing that I’ve
learned |
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And that's if I
could catch up to
the leaders then
somehow the herd
could be turned |
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4.
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Well a lone
rider came out of
nowhere, his catch
rope stiff in his
hand |
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An angel sent
down from heaven,
he turned that
whole demon band |
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Well slowly they
circled each
other, then
stopped and then
stood deathly
still |
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I couldn’t find
sign of that
rider. I reckon
that I never will |
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| 2nd
chorus |
The campfire's
glowing, the
cattle are lowing |
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I am weary right
down to my soul |
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One
Lonely Rider
watched our
campfire |
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Go down to its
last burning coal |
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| coda |
One
Lonely Rider
watched our
campfire |
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Go down to its
last burning coal |
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Go down to its
last burning coal |
