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Night Country Moon (Mumy)
The days of clear country skies are passing
The open wide pastures aren’t 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 he’s 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 he’s 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 he’s 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
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