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Well the world has seven wonders, the travelers always tell: |
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Some gardens and some towers, |
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I guess you know them well. |
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But the greatest wonder is in |
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Uncle Sam's fair land. |
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It's that |
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King Columbia |
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River and the big |
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Grand Coulee |
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Dam. She heads up the |
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Canadian Rockies where the rippling waters glide, |
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Comes a-rumbling down the canyon to meet that salty tide |
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Of the wide |
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Pacific Ocean where the sun sets in the west, |
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And the big |
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Grand Coulee country in the land |
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I love the best. |
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In the misty crystal glitter of that wild and windward spray, |
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Men have fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave. |
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She tore their boats to splinters but she gave men dreams to dream |
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Of the day the |
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Coulee Dam would cross that wild and wasted stream. |
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Uncle Sam took up the challenge in the year of '33 |
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For the farmer and the factory and all of you and me. |
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He said, "Roll along Columbia. You can ramble to the sea, But river while you're ramblin' you can do some work for me." |
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Now in Washington and |
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Oregon you hear the factories hum, |
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Making chrome and making manganese and light aluminum. |
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And there roars a mighty furnace now to fight for |
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Uncle Sam, |
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Spawned upon the |
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King Columbia by the big |
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Grand Coulee |
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Dam. |
