This place you say you're looking for
That's a place I used to know
Don't know the number of the road
But I can tell you how to go
Head on down 'till the pavement ends
Used to go back there now and then
I Used to know it like the back of my hand
When I was just a boy
This place you say you're looking for
It's a good ways off the track
It'd take a quarter tank of Firechief
Just getting there and back
And of course there wasn't no pavement then
Once you got yourself around that bend
There wasn't nothing but the whistling wind
When I was just a boy
(chorus)
And the light shines long ago
On the cold December snow
And the river runs on through the (golden) past
I can see it in the bottom of the (whiskey) glass
That's a place I used to know
Don't know the number of the road
But I can tell you how to go
Head on down 'till the pavement ends
Used to go back there now and then
I Used to know it like the back of my hand
When I was just a boy
This place you say you're looking for
It's a good ways off the track
It'd take a quarter tank of Firechief
Just getting there and back
And of course there wasn't no pavement then
Once you got yourself around that bend
There wasn't nothing but the whistling wind
When I was just a boy
(chorus)
And the light shines long ago
On the cold December snow
And the river runs on through the (golden) past
I can see it in the bottom of the (whiskey) glass
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