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  1. Ponderosa Breeze

From the recording Sixteen Winters

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Lyrics

There’s a light that shines, up in the sky sometimes
Comes round about late July
It really ain’t that far, all depending on where you are
It almost always makes me high

It sends sweet memories, of a ponderosa breeze
Of Spanish love songs, and ringin’ guitar strings
A hardwood shuffle-step, a voice I never will forget
They used to be my favorite things

Saturdays out of town, cold beer with the windows down
Hell bent to hit the mother lode
Blue eyes in the dashboard glow, Eddy Lee singing on the radio
Lost track of the miles up and down that road

Now they’re just memories, of a ponderosa breeze
Of Spanish love songs, and ringin’ guitar strings
A hardwood shuffle-step, a voice I never will forget
They used to be my favorite things

But her hair still smells like summer in the evenings
Some nights it’s almost too damned close to call
Man, if I’d a brought those stars home in my pocket
I’d just toss ‘em in the air and swear I never left at all

Melodies and words that rhyme, help to ease my mind
Warm beer, cold food, and lonesome motel nights
Fill my time these days, and I can’t seem to pull away
‘Til they drift away, when I turn out the lights

I dream memories, of a ponderosa breeze
Spanish love songs, and ringin’ guitar strings
A hardwood shuffle-step, a voice I never will forget
They used to be my favorite things
A hardwood shuffle-step, a voice I never will forget
They used to be my favorite things