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i know i'll hear the call, anytime, on a night when the moon is low, on the pines, i pray your troubled mind remembers, when it's coming to an end, at least the rain won't come again, still as i ride along, through the night, you're holding on as the ones you know, stand by, but if your troubled mind remembers, when it's coming to an end, it's like you're runnin' home again, and i'll follow you