| Chorus:
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| Take ‘em away, take ‘em away, Lord
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| Take away these chains from me
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| My heart is broken ‘cause my spirit’s not free
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| Lord take away these chains from me
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| Some birds' feathers are too bright to be caged
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| I know I’m not that colorful but a bird just the same
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| Open up your gate now, let me put down my load
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| So I can feel at ease and go back to my home
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| (Chorus)
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| Sun beatin' down, my legs can’t seem to stand
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| There’s a boss man at a turnrow with a rifle in his hand
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| I’ve got nine child, nothin' in the pan
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| My wife she died hungry while I was plowin' land
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| (Chorus)
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| Can’t see when I go to work, can’t see when I get off
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| How do you expect a man not to get lost
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| Every year I just keep getting deeper in debt
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| If there’s a happy day, Lord, I haven’t seen one yet
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| (Chorus)
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| Land that I love is the land that I’m workin'
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| But it’s hard to love it all the time when your back is a-hurtin'
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| Gettin' too old now to push this here plow
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| Please let me lay down so I can look at the clouds
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| (Chorus)
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| Land that I know is where two rivers collide
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| The Brazos the Navaso and the big blue sky
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| Flood plains, freight trains, watermelon vines
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| Of any place on God’s green earth, this is where I choose to die
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| (Chorus) |