| Oh, your golden lights of America
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| Joseph sought your prairies and your buffalo
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| And the humming of the rails down through
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| Kansas, they brought Joseph in from Baltimore
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| The Cavalry the Indians and an old dan were his only friends
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| Then the old dan died and the Indian’s plight
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| Made the Cavalry young Joe’s enemy
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| Oh, the outlaws spilled the blood across
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| The Kansas plains in the '70s
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| Joseph took a badge for America
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| To defend you from your fantasies
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| Joseph wore that badge across the Kansas prairies
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| To save the railroads
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| But the heroes that we made, well, they were
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| Ruthless soldiers who’ll kill for gold
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| With a broken heart for the frontier plains
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| Joseph sat a-rocking in his front porch swing
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| That old tin badge is tarnished now
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| You know it was just a young man’s dream
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| And old man’s tales are hard to reach when you
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| Don’t believe in your American dream
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| The Indians, the buffalo and old Joe Mason
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| They died from memory
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| Oh, your golden lights of America
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| Joseph sought your prairies and your buffalo
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| And the humming of the rails down through Kansas
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| They brought Joseph in from Baltimore
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| The Cavalry, the Indians and an old dan
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| Forsaken old man
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| Oh, your golden lights of America |