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Guthrie-Leadbelly-Lomax |
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Green Douglas firs where the water cut through |
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Down her wild mountains and canyons she flew |
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Canadian Northwest to the ocean so blue, |
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It's roll on, Columbia, roll on. |
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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, 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 Pacific Northwest. |
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Sent Lewis and Clark and they did the rest, |
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So roll on, Columbia, roll on. |
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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, Columbia, roll on. |
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At Bonneville now there are ships in the locks |
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Waters have risen and cleared all the rocks |
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Shiploads of plenty will steam past the docks |
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It's roll on, Columbia, roll on. |
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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, Columbia, roll on. |
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And up on the river is the Grand Coulee Dam |
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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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It's roll on, Columbia, roll on. |
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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, Columbia, roll on. |
