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Night Country Moon  (Mumy)

The days of clear country skies are passing
The open wide pastures arenít forever lasting
The west may be dying but some keep on trying
to hide in the shadow too quickly rising

And the fiddle player sticks his ground
though heís pushing sixty five
He dreams of his country while sleeping in town
Just waiting for time to pass by

Deep in his dreams of prairies heís ridden
He reaches his fiddle that so long been hidden
And he plays out a tune of the night country moon
Knowing his dreams may be over soon

And the fiddle player sticks his ground
though heís pushing sixty five
He dreams of his country while sleeping in town
Just waiting for time to pass by

He plays out a tune of the night country moon.

 

words and music by Bill Mumy
©  So Boss Music ASCAP