The Madison County Waltz
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The Madison County Waltz
He was a cowboy, the last one it seems
A rider of sundowns and old, faded dreams
The last of the cowboys, a child of the rain
A rider of first light and old west-bound trains
And Francesca remembers, through the years going by
Four days with the cowboy and the late summer sky
When Kincaid was rolling through the green summer land
Into Madison County where the old bridges stand
She was a dancer with dreams of her own
And he was a dreamer who danced all alone
They might have been wood smoke
They might have been wind
Or they might have been magic
That won't come again
Across the green rollin' land
Out in Madison County
Where the old bridges stand
We need a lot more slow dancin' to old radio songs
More brandy and candles as the nights move along
We need a lot more old cowboys, out there on their own
And a woman to remember them, when they're scattered and blown
She was a dancer with dreams of her own
And he was a dreamer who danced all alone
They might have been wood smoke
They might have been wind
Or they might have been magic
That won't come again
So you might hear this song
Across the green rollin' land
Out in Madison County
Where the old bridges stand.