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[pogued]

Sun is rising high, burning into the day, I will say goodbye, I'll be going away,
Brush away my doubts what tomorrow will hold,
Feeling fine for now, going down the road,
To a city to sing about the trees and the wind;
About the hills in the Spring, and the rivers that bend,
The rocky, deep paths, and the puppies and ponies
Running through the grass, up and down the road.
In the dark they sit and they holler for more!
White smoke in a wisp from here to the door.
Their admission they pay for the stories they're told
Of a clear new day only down the road.
So, heavy rain at my back, lazy meadows ahead.
In my book I keep track of the promises said
For my songs in a town that tomorrow will hold;
I'm feeling fine for now, going down the road.
Sun is rising high, burning into the day, S
o I will say goodbye, I'll be going away.
I'll brush away my doubts what tomorrow will hold;
I'm feeling fine for now, going down the road. I'm feeling fine for now, going down the road. I'm feeling fine for now, going down the road.

Stan Rogers.. what a nice song.