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Roll on, Columbia, roll on |
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Roll on, Columbia, roll on |
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Your power is turning our darkness to dawn |
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So roll on, |
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Columbia, roll on |
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Green Douglas firs where the waters cut through |
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Down her wild mountains and canyons she flew |
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Canadian Northwest to the oceans so blue |
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Roll on Columbia, roll on |
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Other great rivers add power to you |
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Yakima, Snake, and the |
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Klickitat, too |
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Sandy Willamette and |
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Hood River too |
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So roll on, |
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Columbia, roll on |
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Tom Jefferson's vision would not let him rest |
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An empire he saw in the |
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Pacific Northwest |
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Sent Lewis and |
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Clark and they did the rest |
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So roll on, |
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Columbia, roll on |
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It's there on your banks that we fought many a fight |
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Sheridan's boys in the blockhouse that night |
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They saw us in death but never in flight |
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So roll on |
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Columbia, roll on |
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At Bonneville now there are ships in the locks |
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The waters have risen and cleared all the rocks |
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Shiploads of plenty will steam past the docks |
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So roll on, |
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Columbia, roll on |
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And on up the river is |
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Grand Coulee |
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Dam The mightiest thing ever built by a man |
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To run the great factories and water the land |
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So roll on, |
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Columbia, roll on |
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These mighty men labored by day and by night |
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Matching their strength 'gainst the river's wild flight |
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Through rapids and falls, they won the hard fight |
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So roll on, |
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Columbia, roll on |
