Lyrics
They're moving the old saloon down the street so it can make money.
There's only one horse in town, and they killed him from too much pullin.
They told me the stories of you and the company you've been keeping'
I heard your footsteps upstairs when I was drunk and halfway sleeping
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Lydia when I came to you it was an empty room with some great old stories
It smelled of sweet perfume. I heard a war-torn tune about long-lost glory.
Now it's gone past your time but you're staying.
Your horse is hitched to the post; he's tired an patiently waiting.
He thinks you'll be back soon because he saw you there levitating
I sat on the edge of the bed and your cold breeze ran through me.
The sun's gone over the hills and I'm wondering if you'll show me
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