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On the dark roads of Montana, there's a shadow in the dirt The whisper of a mountaineer in a ragged flannel shirt He walks the stony hillsides with his mandolin in hand But you'll never see his face around this land Cuz he hides beneath the veil of the night And the forest keeps him sheltered from the light And the echoes of the canyons keep his memory in flight They say he left his cabin in the fall of '63 But he left a fire buring by the dried-out cedar tree The flames they caught the branches, and it soon engulfed his home The smell of smoke awoke the town downwind from Calderon The searchlights carved the hillsides and the dogs were on the chase The rangers from Missoula searched in every open space For three days they were waiting but they never found a trace They never found a body, but he haunts us just the same He's watching as you dance behind the flame The sad songs that he's playing on a dusty mandolin Suspended like a feather in the gentle canyon wind
No guitar. Original SongFight Title: "Three-Day Waiting Period"
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