There's something that i left behind
What is it I just don't know?
Maybe the Indian Heavens Mountain
Trimmed with foot or two of snow
Could e the Lower Falls creek
The Race Track, or the Belts
There's something that i left behind
A strange feelin' i can't help
Maybe that big bull Elk?
That i spotted on the breaks.
Could be that big Ol' setting' sun
The one shining' off the lake
Maybe that aged old cowboy
And the nite we talked for hours
Can't put my finger on it
Even though I've scoured and scoured
I feel as though I've left behind
Somethin' that's worth a lot
I wish i knew just what it is
Or just what i've forgotten
But for now I'll have to ponder
Think a back a day or two
Back to those times I enjoyed myself
Beneath a sky of blue
It somehow has got the best of me
Not knowin' what it is
I somehow can't remember
In my mind I can't relive
Maybe the friendly folks i met
Could be the Hunter's wave
Maybe that never ending road
Could be the rocks and sage
But when I think back to what it is
All i see are pretty hill
The only thoughts that come 'cross my mind
Is the beauty this landfill?
The wind that waves through a field of wild flowers
The mountains just above
The deer that pepper the landscape
This land I truly love
The rolling mountains
As far as I can see
The colors of this rugged mass
Takes my breath away from me
so it will have to say a mystery
These unsolved thoughts I find
Until I'm back in Ol Carson
maybe then it will come to mind
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