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Keen Robert Earl West Textures

Scarecrow and a yellow moon And a roadhouse on the edge of town. Hear that midnight rooster crow Well I'll have one more before I go But Honey, don't

I guess we?ve come full circle We?re strangers once again It?s hard to know we?d ever come to this It?s funny you were saying how you?d miss The good

There's a salt grain tapping on your window There's a cool breeze blowing off the bay A warm flame dancing with our shadows To music playing far a way

Summer Sunday evenings around the old home place I would play my guitar sister'd sing along Sister's smile would always light up my daddy's face When

The man outside he works for me, his name is Mariano He cuts and trims the grass for me he makes the flowers bloom He says that he comes from a place

It's the way you stroke my hair while I am sleepin' It's the way you tell me things I don't know It's the way you remember I came home late for dinner