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Only 17, lied a bout her age and skills,
Her heart set on that job
Teachin ridin’, in the hills.

Took her pony with her, cleaned the dorms and swimming pool
the The camp dog helped her round up, horses 1 through 42

Capon Bridge,,, was a magic place ..in the summer, of 71
The high ridge curling - ‘round the bend where the river waters run.

You might find love in West Virgin – I – a,
A broken heart won’t let you win
As easily at Capon Bridge as any place you been

Capon Bridge Capon Bridge

Hunting arrowheads, dark hair shinin in the summer heat,
He Came with some bad boys, from the Romney streets

Smiling at each other as we loaded up the hay
Just stopped comin round,..
Disappeared one day

Capon Bridge,,, was a magic place ..in the summer, of 71
The high ridge curling - round the bend where the river waters run.

You might find love in West Virgin – I – a,
A broken heart won’t let you win
As easily at Capon Bridge as any place you been

Capon Bridge Capon Bridge

At the, ro—deo in Romney side by side,
No time to nurse a wounded heart, swallowed her pride.

Thoughtfully, …on a greyhound headed home.
Her pony left in the fields of Capon Bridge to roam.

Capon Bridge,,, was a magic place ..in the summer, of 71
The high ridge curling - round the bend where the river waters run.

You might find love in West Virgin – I – a,
A broken heart won’t let you win
As easily at Capon Bridge as any place you been

Capon Bridge Capon Bridge