Pat Green - Snowin on raton

Now when the w^Aind don't blow in Am^Darillo And the m^Aoon along to Gunnison don't r^Dise Shall I c^Gast my dreams upon your lo^Dve, babe, And lie beneath the lau^Gghter of your e^Dyes.

Well, it's sn^Dowin' ^Gon R^Daton. Come mo^Arnin' I'll be th^Grough them hills and g^Done. When it's snowin' ^Gon R^Daton, Come mo^Arnin' I'll be th^Grough them hills and go^Dne.

Well, mo^Ather thinks the road is long and lo^Dnely, Li^Attle brother thinks the road is straight and f^Dine, Little da^Grlin' thinks the road is soft and lo^Dvely, Hey, I'm thankful that ole r^Goad is a friend of m^Dine. Well b^Aid the years goodbye, you cannot st^Dill them You ca^Annot turn the circles of the s^Dun You ca^Annot count the miles until you f^Deel them And you cannot hold a l^Gover that is gone.

Well Tom^Aorrow the mountains will be sle^Deping S^Ailently the blanket green and b^Dlue But I shall h^Gear the silence they are ke^Deping And I'll bring all their pro^Gmises to y^Dou.

Well, it's sn^Dowin' ^Gon R^Daton. Come mo^Arnin' I'll be th^Grough them hills and g^Done. When it's snowin' ^Gon R^Daton, Come mo^Arnin' I'll be th^Grough them hills and go^Dne. Come mo^Arnin' I'll be th^Grough them hills and go^Dne.