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Ride the High Country ©2000 Wyman Griffith/Robert George BMI


With a cold loneliness that would weaken a saint
Ride with brush at my boots, I will make no complaint
I’d see her time to time, when I thought she’d moved on
Now here in the high country, those mem’ries are gone

Ride the high country
To forget how things were
But on the road from Durango
I see only her

The weather treats me as well as I’ve treated my mount
When a man’s days are numbered, only then do they count
For days I won’t see a thing or soul to remind me
There’s a woman’s face back behind me

Ride the high country
To forget how things were
But in the shadows of these hills
I see only her

What riches a man finds, from wandering blind
What miles can be crossed, just from driftin’ lost

I’d see her time to time, when I thought she’d moved on
Now here in the high country, those mem’ries are gone
Still, there’s a voice in the wind tonight, spooking my mare
But when I look back, no one is there

Ride the high country
To forget how things were
At night I pull down my hat
And see only her