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Wheatland County Line (Acoustic Version)

8. Dream Stalker

04:08
Marcia Hayden Hendrick

Lyrics

I caught a glimpse of you on Sunday                                                                                       
Riding in a big black limousine                                                                                                                    
I tried to call you Monday                                                                                                            
But they said you had gone to New Orleans                                                                                         
You’re a legend in the pool halls                                                                                               
You rack them up and hit the pocket                                                                      
Girls keep giving you their number                                                                         
You got the touch and never lost it                                                                         
 
You’re a wing walker                                                                                                                     
Living on the edge of a knife                                                                                                      
You’re a smooth talker                                                                                                 
Doing what you need to survive                                                                                                 
You’re a dream stalker                                                                                                 
And I can’t get you out of my mind                                                                                                         
 
I was playing at O’Malley’s                                                                                          
I noticed when you walked in the door                                                                                                 
You took a table down in front                                                                                                  
And said I was your favorite troubadour                                                                                                 
My heart started pounding                                                                                                        
Like a school girl’s at a dance                                                                                      
You had your arm around a redhead                                                                      
But I thought I had a chance                                                                                       
 
You’re a wing walker                                                                                                                     
Living on the edge of a knife                                                                                                      
You’re a smooth talker                                                                                                 
Doing what you need to survive                                                                                                 
You’re a dream stalker                                                                                                 
And I can’t get you out of my mind                                                                                                         
 
I’ve got visions of your loving                                                                                    
Filling my imagination                                                                                                    
I can’t stop myself from falling                                                                                                  
Cause that train has left the station                                                                        
 
You’re a wing walker                                                                                                                     
Living on the edge of a knife                                                                                                      
You’re a smooth talker                                                                                                 
Doing what you need to survive                                                                                                
You’re a dream stalker                                                                                                  And I can’t get you out of my mind