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Ridin’ High - Robert Hazard
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Ridin’ High Robert Hazard

Ridin’ High - Robert Hazard
Cloud of smoke on the mountain
Cup of rain in my hands
That river is much too deep
And dark to understand

Roll me up in my blanket
It's so cold and damp
Tell that bottle to come back
Stop runnin' all around the camp

Ridin' high, high, high
Ridin' high

I had a girl in the city
Brand new Ford in the stall
Up here in the big pines
A man can feel so small

Left the crowd at the courthouse
All my friends back in school
I never did what they said I did
But I ran off like a fool

Ridin' high, high, high
Ridin' high
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