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Lyrics: I rode out to the mountains while the rain was on the porch, where you and I don’t visit anymore. I crossed the wide expanse at where the rainbows touched your shoulders, where you and I don’t whisper anymore. I’ve had every inch that I can handle, but there’s already nothing I can say. The clouds have all assembled on the Palo Fucking Duro, and I have turned and made for greener roads. You and I have long ago et more than we could swallow of dusty love and windy northern choke. I made myself a fond and lonesome oath, but there’s already nothing I can save. And where I am going, oh lord, I don’t know. I am bound for the river, if ever it flows. I have a moaning to go in my soul. From the top of the canyon to hellfire below, I will roam in my sadness till lifeless and cold, far away. I have a moaning to roam in my soul. I was born in a bramble on the side of the road to a whore and a pusher, both in love with a ghost. And there’s no way in heaven you could love me, I know. I’m the loneliest of the lone.