I survived the desperate toll dark depression takes
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I may not break even but babe I'll never break
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Golden coins and smiles no they cannot tip my scales
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Cuz this land, this love will never be for sale
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Brass hats and soldier boys whiskey on your breath
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Drop your holy missiles you can take my body dead
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Send me all your lightning storms your thunderheads and hail
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Cuz this land, this love will never be for sale
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(Yodeling)
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Wild eyes they watch on me through the velvet night
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Fire on the mountain you can burn me where I lie
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Even though I'm dead now as an old and rusty nail
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This land, this love will never be for sale
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The Ballad of John Vogelin
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Laura Veirs |