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It's whispered from a tractor on a flat Midwestern plain |
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The fields are dry and dusty, there is no sign of rain |
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It floats out a kitchen window, somewhere in the south |
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If the river gets much higher, they'll float away no doubt |
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You can almost feel it in the air, an American prayer |
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They're gonna be alright, they're gonna carry on |
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Help from above will come back strong |
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Got faith in us, got faith in Him |
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The clouds will part and the sun will shine again, amen |
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It echoes through the factories up in Michigan |
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It bounces off the levees, and rides out on the wind |
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Clear out to California, and back on up to Maine |
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Don't matter if you're rich or poor, a sinner or a saint |
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Every night, everybody, everywhere |
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Is praying their American prayer |
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They're gonna be alright, they're gonna carry on |
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Help from above will come back strong |
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Got faith in us, got faith in Him |
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The clouds will part and the sun will shine again, amen |
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They're gonna be alright, they're gonna carry on |
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Help from above will come back strong |
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Got faith in us, got faith in Him |
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The clouds will part and the sun will shine again, amen |
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Amen |
