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Well you look just like General Custer |
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On the day of his last stand |
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Heading up proud and glorious |
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Singing "this land is my land" |
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Sword it by your side |
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And map in your hand |
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Heading up into the rain |
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Singing "this land is my land" |
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Now I've seen your dust arising |
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Lord, your horses smell |
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I've seen you crossing across the bad lands |
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And I've seen you towing your line as well |
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I've watched you when you're sleeping |
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I've seen you filling up your can |
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Singing as you work |
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That this land is my land |
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You're busting into my country |
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Messing up my fields |
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Playing games in my holy places |
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Tearing the earth with your wheels |
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right now your star is ascending |
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And your head is busting with pride |
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But I wonder if Custer was still singing |
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"This land is my land" when he died |
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Was he still singing "It's is my land" when he died? |
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Was he singing when he died? |
