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Jan 8
I met a man along the road..
I met a man along the road..
His face was young,
His spirit old..

He told me about the northern lights
Underneath the mountain sky...
I asked his name he gave no answer
Is he the answer to a prayer...

I passed him by again today..
I passed him by again today
His face was young
His eyes were gray..

I said Friend you look
Like you've seen some hell!
He said that was a story
He could not tell..

I called him the keeper of the road..
The keeper of the road...
And he won't pay the toll
Keeper of the road..

I saw him lying on the desert ground..
A rattlesnake tie was all I found..
The snake it struck and he killed it by his hand
The snakeΒ Β was life and it's the end...

I called him the keeper of the road..
The keeper of the road...
And he won't pay the toll
Keeper of the road..
Hank Love
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Hank Love  27/M/Borger, Texas
(27/M/Borger, Texas)   
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