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Travelin', he's got a bag upon his back with a camera
He's taking pictures of the dirty roads
And while he motions to his friend to catch up
He pats his horse and whispers, “are you cold?”

Maybe we're nomads in control
With visions of gypsies and moonshine in our strides

Darkness grows to die
Days fall down to rise

He says, “Mary Ann, do you understand the world now?”
Now that you've seen the open canyons?
Well did they catch you by surprise
Or maybe open up your sweet sweet smile?”

Well maybe we're nomads in control
With visions of gypsies and moonshine in our strides

Darkness grows to die
Days fall down to rise
To rise

Country roads are taking notes of footsteps come and gone
They found a lonely open moonlit pond
They are the only ones in sight
They take advantage of the lonely night

Well maybe we're nomads in control
With visions of gypsies and moonshine in our strides

Darkness grows to die
Days fall down
Days fall down
Days fall down
To rise, to rise, to rise

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