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In the shadow of an old pine tree an old grey rock you'll find,
A little piece of heaven, a place that I call mine;
Summer sun would find us in a world no one could see,
Rocket ships and cowboys, we were young and free.
This is where I dream, this is where I drew my fast gun,
This is where I dream, where I ride into the sun;
This is where I go when I need some room to breath,
This is where I dream.
Rock and roll and romance took the place of cowboy fun,
But with daddy's homemade whiskey still some nights we'd run;
She didn't think it over, the answer came quite clear,
There'd be no second guessing, no turning back from here.
This is where I dream, this is where I drew my fast gun,
This is where I dream, where I ride into the sun;
This is where I go when I need some room to breath,
This is where I dream.
I watch my world and wonder about the meaning of it all,
And sometimes we go walking, and a little tear may fall.
This is where I dream, this is where I drew my fast gun,
This is where I dream, where I ride into the sun;
This is where I go when I need some room to breath,
This is where I dream.
