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1) Old man Bridger is like a bird in a cage, And they 
say that he's goin' blind,
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From the whiskey that they sold him in his younger 
days,
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Took his sight before his time.
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But now he's livin' out his later days in a land that's 
far away,
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From the mountains that lured him to his fame and 
fortune,
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Where he thouht he'd always stay.
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But sometimes at night when the west wind blows and he 
thinks that no one hears,
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You'll hear him singin' to himself in his voice is a 
thousand tears.
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Chorus: Let me listen to the wind my friend, Let it 
take me bsck again,
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Let me listen to the wind my friend, Let me go back 
where I've been.

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This ain't no place for a mountain man
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Who has roamed the whole west wide,
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away and dies.
2) Old Jim Bridger has got his tales to tell,
About the West and the golden days,
About the tribes and the trappers and the paths they 
made,
In the Rocky Mountain trade.
He'll smile alot about the clear Green River and the 
times in Jackson Hole,
He'll tell you bout a pretty little Flathead lady that 
he loved so long ago.
(Chorus)
3) They used to call him Gabe and he likes to rave,
About Jed Smith and the rest,
Bout Crooked Hand and Ol' Hugh Glass, Bill Sublette at 
his best,
And when he gets through with the rendezvous
He'll tell you what it meant to be
A man all alone neath the western sky was the closest 
thing to free!
But sometimes at night when the west wind blows and he 
thinks that no one hears,
You'll hear him singin' to himself, in his voice is a 
thousand tears.
(Chorus)