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In Braxton County, beneath a sky of baby blue
Alone on this highway, and every thought's of you.
Of summers golden, of sparking midnight rides,
Remembering as I slow down at the Braxton County line.

In Braxton County, where we both were children once—
Where school bells, sleigh bells, church bells echoed out our naive love—
Your laughter promised to make all my dreams come true,
As autumn's crystal edges crunched beneath your leather boots.

Now what I'd give to call these mountains home.
What I'd give to watch you growing old.

From California, where you gave me strength to go,
Because to a girl of 18, Braxton County has no draw,
I often missed you, counted miles in between,
And knew in Braxton County, my true love would wait for me.

Now what I'd give to call these mountains home.
What I'd give to watch you growing old.
What I'd give to call these mountains home.
What I'd give to watch you growing old.

But even hearts of gold won't wait forever, so I've learned.
And even dreams I've sold can't patch up bridges I have burned.
"Sorry" can't take back a single moment once its turned,
And even hearts of gold don't beat forever—so I've learned.

In Braxton County, where I always thought we'd meet,
I hope you're resting darling, and I hope you dream of me.
Because I see still see you every time I close my eyes
And hear you on the breeze that blows down
Through these whispering pines

I'd like to see you, but I break each time I try.
So I hit the gas and roll on past the Braxton County line.

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