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Daddy brought home a photograph from the paper yesterday |
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It showed a line of wagons movin some place far away |
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That picture made my daddy smile, it made my momma cry |
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It seems that Daddy's wagonload of dreams had long since passed her by |
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(Chorus) |
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And the dream that makes the sparrow fly can make an eagle fall |
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And one that makes the rich man money, it ain't no dream at all |
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It's a cryin shame to wake up just to find it's all been broke in two |
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Be careful what you're dreamin cause it someday may come true |
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He talked on all through suppertime bout the good prospector's life |
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Couldn't see Momma didn't wanna be no good prospector's wife |
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He said, "We best sell out and go before the weather turns too cold |
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Maybe buy ourselves an extra horse to carry all the gold" |
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(Repeat Chorus) |
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I got up as soon as the first light came to start the mornin fire |
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Wonderin if my momma's will had cooled that man's desire |
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And inside the stove upon the coals an ashen paper lay |
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It showed a ghostly line of wagons movin some place far away |
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(Repeat Chorus) |
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Oh be careful what you're dreamin cause it someday may come true |
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Yeah be careful what you're dreamin cause it someday may come true |
