Brahmas and mustangs
Warm summer rain
Indian Paint Brush bloomin' again
On two million acres, all of it was green
I'm prayin' you will answer
When the phone starts to ring
Now the snow covered peaks
Stand white against the sky.
Santa Rosa's turnin', summer's gone by.
My horses are tired, I'm about through
And I find myself thinkin all the time about you
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Did I stay too long, did I play too long
Did I whisper in my dream
All things, life ain't what it seems
La da da da da, la da da da da
All things, life ain't what it seems
There's a pay phone in Paradise
Out on the edge of town
Big cottonwood trees, golden leaves falling down
I'll wait a little longer- give it one more try
Please try your call later means cowboy goodbye
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