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(paul cotton) |
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There he goes he's a trader, moving |
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On through the virgin land. |
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Got the word from the government that it's |
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Too late for a lowly man, to make a stand. |
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His reasons read like a prophecy. |
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He made them up as he went along |
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Those who saw it as a falacy are |
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Remembered as only dead and gone. |
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And now we all know who was right. |
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And the time showed who was wrong. |
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We saw them wield all their might. |
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I guess they knew that it wouldn't be long. |
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I guess they knew that it wouldn't be long. |
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He's come to change all the wilderness |
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Change the course of the rivers too. |
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He's not about ta stop for any rest |
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But somebody, please say we're through |
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Here we go again and again |
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Save your woman, save the land |
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Save the children, they are the future hands |
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In the promised land |
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They're the future hands in the promised land |
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They're the future hands in the promised land. |
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And now they're left without a home |
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Somebody left them in the cold |