I'm going to Alamosa
Back in the saddle once again
Bought a blue rose in Ruidosa
Because my true love wanted her one
Well, I'm riding 159
Snow is falling and it's dawn
Just a little bit further to 17
When I get there, I'll be free
It was the age of the ram
Not long ago in this very land
He toiled in the sun, he loved her in the rain
He listened to the sound of the sage
In the age of the ram
Well, I'm going to Alamosa
Lord, I got to clean up my act
They say, "Blanca, she's bad luck"
But I could never get enough
It was the age of the ram
Not long ago in this very land
He toiled in the sun, he loved her in the rain
He listened to the sound of the sage
In the age of the ram
It was the age of the ram
Not long ago in this very land
He toiled in the sun, he loved her in the rain
He listened to the sound of the sage
In the age of the ram
Mm, in the age of the ram
Holding the wheel in my hand
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