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Now that our mountain is growing |
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With people hungry for wealth |
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How come it's you that's a going |
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And I'm left all alone by myself? |
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We used to hunt the cool caverns |
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Deep in our forest of green |
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Then came the road and the taverns |
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And you found a new love it seems |
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Once I had you and the wild wood |
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Now it's just dusty roads |
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And I can't help but blamin' your goin' |
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On the coming, the coming of the roads |
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Look how they've cut all to pieces |
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Our ancient redwood and oak |
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And the hillsides are stained with the greases |
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That burned up the heavens with smoke |
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You used to curse the bold crewmen |
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Who stripped our earth of its ore |
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Now you've changed and you've gone over to them |
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And you've learned to love what you hated before |
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Once I thanked |
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God for our treasure |
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Now like rust it corrodes |
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And I can't help but blamin' your goin' |
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On the coming, the coming of the roads |
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Once I thanked |
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God for our treasure |
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Now like rust it corrodes |
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And I can't help but blamin' your goin' |
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On the coming, the coming of the roads |
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No, I can't help but blamin' your goin' |
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On the coming, coming of the roads |
