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Cowboy Junkies Pale Sun

know how I survived those days Before I held your hand Well, I never thought that I would be the one To admit that the moon and the sun shine So much

If I pour your cup, that is friendship If I add you milk, that is manners If I stop there, claiming ignorance of taste That is tea If I pour your cup

miles from Dakota territory Cheyenne scalp hangs from his belt Found him alone washing in the Bighorn A steady aim and he bagged his game Pale sun falls

If it ain't one thing I tell you it's always another I wonder why I started treating you like a step-brother Love is hard to explain I know my loss is

Eyed it, dried it, untied it Chilled it, spilled it, refilled it Taste it, traced it, erased it He's my post to lean on And I just cut him down So, I

Check under his floorboard, mama I don't trust his silly grin He's got a beat up rambler, Nebraska plates I ain't gettin' in I don't like the way his

miles from Dakota territory Cheyenne scalp hangs from his belt Found him alone washing in the Bighorn A steady aim and he bagged his game Pale sun falls

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If I pour your cup, that is friendship If I add your milk, that is manners If I stop there, claiming ignorance of taste, That is tea But if I measure