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B. R. Hornsbyhohn Hornsbyit's A Hazy Winter's Dayand I'm Staring Out On The Southlandin The Twilight Distance On The Baymy Mind Sees You Running Through The Marshlandall These Years I've Been Waiting For Youthrough The High Tides And The Low Tides Toobut If I Stop Now How Could I Ever Be With Youit's A Long Raceif I Try I Will Surely Finishit's A Long Raceif I Try I Will Surely Win Itsome Day Some Night With Youthere's A Village On The Lower Eastern Shorewhere The Watermen's Boats Are Anchoredand They Work So Hard All Day Longshowing Me What You Want To Go Afterall These Years I've Been Pushing So Hardthrough The High Times And The Low Times Toobut If I Stop Nowhow Could I Know What I Could Doit's A Long Raceif I Try I Will Surely Finishit's A Long Raceif I Try I Will Surely Win Itsome Day Some Night With You

bruce Hornsby The Long Race