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Lyrics:
When Abilene was young and gay And thunder storms filled up the days The cattle roam outside the town
Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun
Then tracks were laid across the plain By broken old men in torrid rain The towns grew up and the people were still
Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun
We all joined in and we all joined hands We all joined in to help run this land
Then the soldiers came, long, long ago Rode through the town And mowed down those
Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun
Gold came and went, quickly spent And the people broke down and often drowned From the wealth and the pain of old Abilene
Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun Sleeping in the midday sun
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