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The snowbirds return to their northerly townsYoung girls are trading their virtues for gownsAnd the traveling circus is hiring clownsBut I'm settling down, AileenThe frost has retreated from each threshold and paneSummer winds reported on each feather and maneAnd I'd be hitting the highway againBut for your love, AileenAll the silver my pockets can holdIs there for the taking, or so I've been toldBut this time it looks like Judas is coming up with goldAll for your love, AileenWould you believe that a country boy like meWould give up on a woman for a road that is freeIf a country man you're looking forA country man I'll beAll for your love, Aileen From Letras Mania