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As long as there are sundowns there will always be the westIn the hopeless times what hope have I hung to?For one the western skies and for the restYour baby blueUntil your tears just mirrored my rambler’s heartAnd it was goodbye "tried and true", goodbye baby blueI need a home for any road to guide me homeAnd a rambler carries always all his sinsBut what weighs him down are all the questions nowThat the Lord’s quit askingBut as long as there are sundowns there will always be the westThere will always be the west From Letras Mania