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well hey i been down that a way
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with a dream on my arm
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yet me an' my love we could not stay
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we heard voices of children
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an' by little hands were led astray
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all the boughs bend for us
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all the earth awaits thee
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all the stones they will cry out
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an' ev'ry tongue confess thee
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oh my dream come an' take me quickly
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'fore the struggle take me
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yeah lay me down any way you choose
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an' let the voices of our children wake me
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the boughs they all will bend for us
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an' all the earth awaits thee
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all the stones they will cry out
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yes an' ev'ry tongue confess thee
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an' though the word yes
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it falls on deaf ears
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it is spoken jus' the same
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the word is stands
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look straight at ev'ry man
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from kings down to the lay
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well i told it fast an' glad
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the color of a sloe drink
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or so they say
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so they say by the light of day
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hidden 'neath their wings
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of black, brown an' grey
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the boughs they all will bend for us
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an' all the earth awaits thee
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all the stones they will cry out
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an' ev'ry tongue confess thee
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an' though the word yes
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it falls on deaf ears
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it is spoken jus' the same
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the word is stands
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look straight at ev'ry man
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from kings down to the lay
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Praying Arm Lane
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16 Horsepower |