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Up and down the old homestead
The naked rider gallops through his head
And although the moon isn't full, he still feels the pull
Oh, out on the floor where the cowboys dance
Approaching slowly at a glance, here comes
The shadow of his stance
The rains are falling from his hands
Oh, out on the floor where the cowboys dance
Why do you ride that crazy horse requires a shadow with little remorse
Just then a priest comes down the stairs
With a sack of dreams an old nightmare
So
Who are you
You the writer says you dress in black but you talk like a fed
Just then the sound of how beats was heard
The sky was darkened by a prehistoric bird
Who blew between the unfulfilled moon
And the naked rider to a telephone
Thank you
We'll call the moon and see what's up
I've got some change in this little tin cup
Just one call should do it all a part of
This number on the wall with my
Thank you
Flying feathers were all around
Lying
And the air was filled with a ringy sound
Two more birds, the second and the third
Came down from the sky to deliver the word
Where have you been, they said to the first
Get back to the clouds, we're dying of thirst
There's not enough time to make that call
Let's ditch this rider's shadow and all
The sky was filled with the beautiful birds
Still on the ground, so crying was heard
With his dime in his hand and his hand on the dial
His ears were swelled
As he forced a smile
Hoofbeats beating across the range
He rode through the night with his cup of change
Tired and beaten, he fell into slumber
But up in the sky, they still had his number
Up and down the old homestead
The naked rider gallops through his head
And although the moon isn't full
He still feels the pull, still feels the pull
Still feels the blow, still feels the blow, still feels the blow
Thank you
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