Whispering Jesse
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DI often had wandGered, Ain deeBmp conGtemplation D
GIt sAeems that the mind Druns wiAld wheGn you?Bmre all alone A
The wayG that it could bDe, the ways Gthat iAt should be D
ThGings I?d do dAiffeDrentAly, Gif I could do themA again D
DI?ve always loved springtimeG, the ApassinBmg of Gwinter D
GThe greAen of the new leaDves Aand Glife goin? Bmon A
The promiGse of morning, Dthe long daGys ofA summer D
WaGrm nightsA of loving hDer, AbeneGath thAe bright stars D
DI?m just an old cowboyG, fromA high BmColorGado D
GTo olAd to ridDe anymAore,G too blind to Bmsee A
I slGeep in the city Dnow, away frGom mAy mountains D
GAwayA from the cabDin wAe alGways cAalled home D
DI drGeamed I leftD there, on anG old palAamino D
GWhispAering JeDsse ArodeG right Bmby my side A
I loGng to holdD her, to heGar hAer soft breathingD
GThe touAch of her cool haDnd, Aon mGy feveredA brow D
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WhiAspering JesDse, AstilGl ridesA in the mountains D
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