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The old man loaded up everything that he owned |
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On a wagon and headed out west |
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The old woman fearlessly faced the unknown |
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'cause she figured he knew what was best |
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And they settled down hard on a government grant |
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With six mouths to feed and forty acres to plant |
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And the rain came down |
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Like an angel come down from above |
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And the rain came down |
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It'll wash you away and there ain't never enough |
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Fall turned to winter another year gone |
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Over and over again |
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Some took their lives from their land and moved on |
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And some stayed on to plow it back in |
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And the good lord he giveth and he taketh away |
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And the restless shall go and the faithful shall stay |
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Now my grandaddy died in the room he was born in |
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Twenty-three summers ago |
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But i could have sworn he was beside me this morning |
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When the sheriff showed up at my door |
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So don't you come around here with your auctioneer man |
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'cause you can have the machines but you ain't taking my land |
