Away out West %s faithful wife,
We wandering by the dusty trail,
With broken promise filling every heart,
And for memories never fade.
The dusty trail winds whisper low,
As praying we roam,
Through broken promise we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each bold highwayman shares a story,
Of memory's call and more,
The open range holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through lost love we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though lonely traveler may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
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