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When times get tough, and tensions should ride high; When one’s hands are lashed and frustration’s sound, I take a ride through the morning country. Like a sweet raspberry cream filled fruit pie, I savor the pleasure that gets around. The morningside country beckons to me. The city’s too busy; crowded and fried. I wish to kiss the winds with a resound! I take a ride through the the morning country. I wake up, and the sun is in my eye. She's there with me as my feet hit the ground, The morningside country beckons to me. This woman I love, she knows how to try, She knows where my sincere heart can be found. We take a ride through the morning country. There are those days that certainly blindside. What I do often for sorrow to drown-- I take a ride through the morning country, The morningside country beckons to me.
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 3:21 AM UTC
Through the Morning Country
When times get tough, and tensions should ride high; When one’s hands are lashed and frustration’s sound, I take a ride through the morning country. Like a sweet raspberry cream filled fruit pie, I savor the pleasure that gets around. The morningside country beckons to me. The city’s too busy; crowded and fried. I wish to kiss the winds with a resound! I take a ride through the the morning country. I wake up, and the sun is in my eye. She's there with me as my feet hit the ground, The morningside country beckons to me. This woman I love, she knows how to try, She knows where my sincere heart can be found. We take a ride through the morning country. There are those days that certainly blindside. What I do often for sorrow to drown-- I take a ride through the morning country, The morningside country beckons to me.
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Sep 9, 2018
Sep 9, 2018 at 3:21 AM UTC
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