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My Wild Frontier |
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Sung by"Faith Hill" |
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How do I feel? Well, I feel so alone |
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Like a sad armadillo across this desert I roam |
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I've been stripped down, bare, 'til I break |
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Still the wheel keeps turning |
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Had me a sweet one, I tell no lie |
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Summer nights in the cornfields |
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When the corn gets so high |
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We traveled clear across Wichita, headin' north |
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Leavin' civilization |
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And there were highways to get across |
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places far from here |
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And I was his lonesome prairie |
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And he was my wild frontier |
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Harvested peaches in a small border town |
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Saved all our wages |
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Put ten percent down |
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I never thought I'd see the world through a child's eyes |
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Until early December |
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Then one Calgary morning |
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Still as glass |
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While my baby lay sleeping, an angel slipped past |
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And with one breath said I'm taking him back |
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To his Father in Heaven |
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Through gravel and ice and new fallen snow |
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I held him through my tears |
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Because I was his lonesome prairie |
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Get along, get along, get along |
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Oh, oh, oh |
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And sometimes at night |
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I swear I can hear him |
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Calling out so clear |
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He says, "You were my lonesome prairie |
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And I'm still your wild frontier" |
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(Babe, I miss you) |