| Thrown in back like a burlap sack
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| And lord does my butt hurt
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| I guess it’s been days or week or months
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| Or something worse
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| Everything looks the same
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| When you’re starin at nothing but dirt
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| And all I hear are the wheels bucklin
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| Large men yelling, sounds like pouting
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| I really miss a more familiar sound
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| Mom
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| Cause I am lost without you
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| It’s been a long, long time
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| Every time I look around me
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| I pray you’re at my side
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| On the trail
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| Kept a journal of all the spots we passed
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| Just for you Dad
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| The Big Blue Mountains are actually grey
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| They look tired and really sad
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| There’s no soda in Soda Springs
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| The water’s way too hot
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| Fort Hall’s just a great big wall
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| And we didn’t even stop
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| Now I am lost without you
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| Sometimes I barely breathe
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| If I ever don’t think of you
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| It’s because I can’t believe
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| That I am on the trail without you
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| With miles and miles to go
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| Send me a sign that you’re okay
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| A telegram or note
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| From the trail
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| I won’t stop till I find you again
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| Even if you’re a pile of ash
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| I’ll find an east-bound caravan
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| And crank up its pace to fast
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| You won’t notice I’ve been gone at all
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| You’ll say «Mouthface, where you been?»
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| I want you to know that there’s not a moment
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| That goes by without the thought of you
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| I won’t be lost without you
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| 'Cause you’ll be there at my side
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| You and Dad’ll be close together
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| With my brother on my right
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| I won’t be lost… without you…
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| I’ll see their shiny faces
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| Even if it’s through a stone
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| I’ll write something real nice for you
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| That reminds me of home
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| On the trail |