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I’m on a boogie woogie Signs of lonesome When memory it happens ever swell Don’t know how to do with his closing gasp I’m looking for the heartfelt hotel Walking down through the cold ranch Broke down, bothered and barest I never cried Over couple geese that passed Singing hymns to what is left The walls of my small fortress Have fallen The willingness is of us Than my home And if I sing to the lad which is calling For the place where it snow when I’m alone Walking down through the cold ranch Broke down, bothered and barest I never cried Over the geese that passed Singing hymns to what is left From Letras Mania