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Eighteen Inches of Rain
Ian Tyson Lyrics


Alcohol in the Bloodstream I came home to find you were gone On a…
Eighteen Inches of Rain A’not a broke horse on the place, My pickup truck won’t…
M.C. Horses We were having a drink at Stockman's, Listenin' to the guit…


Les Niedbalski


on Road to Las Cruces

Does the wind still blow
in New Mexico?
Do the silver candelabras yet shine?
Is Kathrine still queen of El Paso?
Never to be yours, never to be mine.
Out of reach like the pale moon that shines, on the road to Las Cruces.
On a high plateau, out off Antone she goes.
I see the dust of a herd moving through.
The dream and the lights softly fading,
The horses will not stay, they wish to go with her.
Riding for Alex Corone, on the road to Las Vegas.
The line of desire, seven strands of barbed wire
will hold back the on rushing tide.
Many dreams have been brought to the border,
down in the canyons, down in the culverts.
They pray for safe passage tonight, on the trail to Albuquerque.
I crossed over a toll, I stood there alone, looking in to the heart of the night.
Across that dark plain to El Paso,
Where Kathrine sleeps, Kathrine dreams.
Out of reach like the pale moon that shines, on the road to Las Cruces.

Alex Marcin


on The Wonder of It All

I think it is "where the rimrock meets the sky"