My Time
"Quick step to Texas in the driving win
and it seems the man in the moon was crying to
As he left the Kansas wheat fields and made for Dalla
All in a drea
He'd been born twenty-odd years ago toda
But he didn't believe he'd yet been aliv
So he kept the night in Dallas and when he wok
He made a push for Santa Fe hey hey he
And he might explain tha
I ... I'm biding my tim
I'll hitch my wagon up to another sta
I'm taking my own sweet tim
Who knows where I'll be a day from no
Texas one time had been a young man's drea
Rich oil ran in endless stream
But the dreams cashed in and made men g
And the rivers had done run dr
West of Amarillo, he had a visio
Of an Indian girl and a cabin in the sno
Perhaps Santa Fe will be kinde
Than Kansas ever wa
But your dreams come clean over miles of roa
And come to think of i
Tucson don't seem too much further to g
Cause I ... I'm biding my tim
I'll hitch my wagon up to another sta
I . . .I'm, I'm taking my own sweet tim
Who knows where I'll be a day from no
I . . .I'm"
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