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Sun on the hillsides, the river tells the trains to ride on, like they're racing that going sun. The main drag knocks along, summer dames take their dresses for a walk down on the courthouse lawn; and I walk the long mile of the exile, I guess I always will. Now the sun slides on the westside down behind the hills. It's been a lonesome song of a day. I'd just as soon dodge the moon as I'd try and dodge the thought of you, everyday's a song and you're the proof. It wasn't so long ago when you put me out of doors with nothing but a suitcase full of poems. You said I was sunlight at midnight...a poet with the sea on my lips. You said my life rhymes with the lonesome lines that drip from my fingertips. It's been a lonesome song of a day. There's a book I been meaning to write, about how my words are the proof that I'm alive, but it would take me ten lifetimes. So until I lay down for good, I'm gonna live each day the way I should, like it's the best song I've ever heard. You said I was sunlight at midnight...a poet with the sea on my lips. And now the sun slides on the westside down behind the hills. And it's a lonesome song of a day.