"On a cold winter night
'Neath the silver moon
I wished on a star
Had a dream about you
Dry the tears from your eyes
I'll be coming home soon
'Neath the wide open skies
Where the bluebonnets bloom
Like a blanket spreadin' out as far as I can see
When those flowers line the road
You can look for me
I'll be hangin' round your back door
Like an old familiar toon
I'll be there when the bluebonnets bloom"
--Robert Earl Keen
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