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2010Writer: Michael Martin Murphey, Larry Cansler(So thank you for joining us and let''s give a western jubilee welcometo Mr. Michael Martin Murphey.)I''m on a rundown, I''m out running sundownI''m thinking I''m on the right trackI''m writing a song as I''m riding alongKeeping the sun at my backBig horse trailer and truck, I can make my own luckAs I ride through the sand and the sageIt gives me a rush to be busting the brushActing about half my ageLone cowboy, I''m doing my bestLone cowboy, I go everywhere westLone cowboy, with my old campfire songLone cowboy, giddy-up get alongI''ve owned some good ponies, blacks, bays, and blue roaniesGreys, palominos, and paintsGot good songs and bad ones, some up songs and sad onesSongs about sinners and saintsI''m still riding like wildfire to find the next campfireAs memories burn embers to coalsAnd at daylight I''m crying to live forever or die tryingBut I''ll never get old in my soulLone cowboy, I''m doing my bestLone cowboy, I go everywhere westLone cowboy, my old campfire songLone cowboyLone cowboyLone cowboyCAROLINA IN THE PINESShe came to me, said she knew meSaid she''d known me a long timeShe spoke of being in loveWith every mountain she had climbedAnd she talked of trails she''d walked upFar above the timberlineFrom that night on, I knew I''d write songsFor Carolina in the pinesThere''s a new moon on the fourteenthFirst Quarter the 21stAnd the full moon in the last weekBrings a fullness to this earthThere''s no guesswork in the clockworkOn the worlds part or mineThere are nights I only feel rightWith Carolina in the pinesWhen the frost shows on the windowsAnd the wood stove smokes and glowsAs the fire grows, we can warm our soulsWatching rainbows in the coveAnd we''ll talk of trails we''ve walked upFar above the timberlineThere are nights I only feel rightWith Carolina, Carolina, Carolina, Carolina in the pines