- Never Last
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- at times I lie awake at night
thinking of the past
- remembering all the things that
seem to never last
- Like where I rode my first horse
that I called big red
- When we lived in Kansas on the
lazy seven spread
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- The land was covered with
tall grass where coyotes hid
- And we had no reason to worry
about what it was we did
- we rode our ponies to a place
where time seemed to stop
- listening to the wind that spun
our dreams like a top
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- Dreams we had of places and things
we'd never see
- Indian raids and pony express or a
charging cavalry
- Before we had to finish school and
think about a job
- We'd wash behind our ears to sit
and eat corn on the cob
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- of course there's spills and bites
and animals dead or sick
- Getting hit or missed when
cow or horse would kick
- morning chores that kept you from
the sleep you needed
- and always grandmas' garden that
never was quite weeded
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- cold soda from an ice chest on a
summer night
- listening to the stories of your
grandpa and his fight
- or a small town rodeo where my
family drove to see
- some wild kid make a ride that
wasn't on TV
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- That's the way it is with kids for
just a little while
- Things you did that even now will
bring back a smile
- at times I lie awake at night
thinking of the past
- remembering all the things that
seem to never last
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