Besedila: Little Texas. Down In The Valley.

Well, it's six o'clock in the mornin'
And the sun is on the rise
I been sittin' here drinkin'
All through the night

What in the world am I gonna do
Now that I don't have you?
Well, I ain't able to get you
Off my mind

Well, the grass couldn't be any bluer
You can hear the weepin' willow cry
And the sky has slowly gotten closer
Down in the valley with a 'Rocky Mountain High'

Well, the moon will always climb
Over the top of the hill
The rain will always die
I'ma give it time, I know it will

But this storm within my soul
It will never die, I know
Nobody will ever know
Just how I feel

Well, the grass couldn't be any bluer
You can hear the weepin' willow cry
And the sky has slowly gotten closer
Down in the valley with a 'Rocky Mountain High'

Well, the grass couldn't be any bluer
You can hear the weepin' willow cry
And the sky has slowly gotten closer
Down in the valley with a 'Rocky Mountain High'
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