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Randy Travis
Randy Travis


Background information
Birth name Randy Bruce Traywick
Born May 4, 1959
Origin Marshville, North Carolina, U.S.
Genre(s) Country
Gospel
Years active 1978—present
Label(s) DreamWorks
Word Entertainment
Curb Records
Associated acts Dolly Parton
Alan Jackson
Carrie Underwood
Josh Turner
Paul Overstreet
Website Website



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Randy Travis Album


Wind In The Wire (1992)
1992
1.
Down At The Old Corral
2.
Cowboy Boogie
3.
Blue Mesa
4.
Memories Of Santa Fe
5.
Roamin' Wyomin'
6.
7.
The Old Chisholm Trail
8.
9.
10.
Beyond The Reef
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Down At The Old Corral

[No lyrics]

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Cowboy Boogie

[No lyrics]

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Blue Mesa

[No lyrics]

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Memories Of Santa Fe

[No lyrics]

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Roamin' Wyomin'

[No lyrics]

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I've been riding fence all day,
Way up on the summer range.
Found a place to make my bed
As the evening shadows spread
Beyond the campfire light,
In the stillness of night,
Came the call of a coyote choir,
And the song
Of the wind in the wire.

As it strummed the rusted strings,
It sang of long-forgotten things.
Many moons and many suns
Of the real Americans.
When the arrow and the bow
Stalked the range
Of the buffalo,
And the call of the coyote choir
Knew no song
Of the wind in the wire.

As the ghostly balladeer
Hypnotized me, I could hear
Bugle calls, and battle cries.
Broken promises and lies.
The spirits of the plain
Still sing their sad refrain
In the call of the coyote choir
And the song
Of the wind in the wire.

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The Old Chisholm Trail

[No lyrics]

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Places I have been,
cities I have seen,
with concrete caverns rising from the ground.
Miles and miles of asphalt trail,
stretch across a land,
stampeding meadow ponies leaving smoke along the way...

I'm going back to paniolo county,
stars at night
no city lights.
Paniolo country, my home on the range.

I made up my mind, won't waste any time
I'm going back to where the clouds ride high.
take my word its pretty, not like the great big city
the winds still bring cool clear mountian air.

I'm going back to paniolo country
rain drops fall, the grass grows tall
paniolo county, my home on the range.

. . .


Lovely hula hands, graceful as a bird in motion
Riding like the doves over the ocean, lovely hula hands
Kah Li ma na ni'ae
Lovely hula hands, telling of the rain in the valleys
And the swirling winds over Na' Pali, lovely hula hands
Kah Li ma na ni'ae

I can feel the soft caresses of your hula hands, your lovely hula hands
Every little move expresses, so I'll understand all the tender meanings
Of your hula hands, fingertips that say Aloha
Say to me again I love you, lovely hula hands
Kah Li ma na ni'ae

I can feel the soft caresses of your hula hands, your lovely hula hands
Every litte move expresses, so I'll understand all the tender meanings
Of your hula hands, fingertips that say Aloha
Say to me again I love you, lovely hula hands
Kah Li ma na ni'ae

. . .

Beyond The Reef

[No lyrics]

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