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She said "I've been the stockyard's pony" |
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She said "I've been the mountain engine's roll |
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From Chicago to West Virginia, |
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I've been as lonesome as the world's first ghost |
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As lonesome as the world's first ghost |
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But out here even the prairie doubts the horizon |
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All I have to do is prove that I'm not pure |
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Oh, the right words come, |
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But I ain't talking |
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The devil's mean but he's honest just as sure |
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Oh, he is honest just as sure" |
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Oh Grace, if you stop believing |
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That don't mean that it just goes away |
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It's a long way between horizons |
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And it gets farther every day |
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Ohhhhh, Grace |
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Woooooah, Grace |
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Oh Grace, if you stop believing |
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That don't mean it just goes away |
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It's a long way between horizons |
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And it gets farther every day |
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Ohhhhh, Grace |
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Woooooah, Grace |
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She says "But I know a man whose heart is restless |
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He's never home, and he's never gone |
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And he had some good things |
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But he lost them |
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Like everything he ever set his heart on |
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Oh, that he set that heart upon |
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Oh boy, if you stop believing |
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That don't mean that I just walked away |
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It's a long way between horizons |
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And it gets farther everyday" |
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Oh, Grace |
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Oooooh, Grace |
