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• Artiste: dont sigh daisy
• Titre: The Great Land Rush Of 1866
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Don't you worry, that man's got the story It's tucked in the bag that he carries so close to his thigh And it's hope that you read in the words that aren't his, In the script that sits ever so cold Trust this man, he carries my wishes Be good to your sister and help every one else to love With love, Your mom And he gave his word, to be there by noon the next day Even if by his own two legs So we've got to make haste, beat the sun to the west So it's not on the blades of your back, you're fiery back The arctic journey of James Westfall Maybe this burn is not only on the outside The freeze can sometimes cut a man in half Oh you're rocking and pushing to the deep tonight I want to say we'll brave this crash alive This call is our distress, save our souls the water is rising And I won't be staying cause I won't be dying now All hands abandon ship I've got to get out with the women and children Cause who's gonna steer them if I'm the one going down Let it be said the compass led me wrong and I hope you're fine The bow has broke I see no hope in her pulling through If only cold could melt these plains then we would make our time What's left to say the dream's alive as long as I don't die