| I suppose you could lay me down to die in Illinois
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| Bury me beneath the rows of corn
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| Or in-between the maple trees I climbed on as a boy
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| Where in the Land of Lincoln I was born
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| Oh, and I recall
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| We rode the combines in the fall
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| And there comes a time
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| For gathering the harvest after all
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| So when you lay me down to die
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| I’ll miss my boys, I’ll miss my girls
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| Lay me down and let me say goodbye to this world
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| You can lay me anywhere
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| But just remember this
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| When you lay me down to die
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| You lay me down to live
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| Well I asked a girl to marry me on a dock out on the lake
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| Our babies came to life in Tennessee
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| And the music of the mountains is still keeping me awake
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| Yeah, but everything that rises falls asleep
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| We are not alone
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| We are more than flesh and bone
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| What is seen will pass away
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| What is not is going home
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| When you lay me down to die
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| I’ll miss my boys, I’ll miss my girls
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| Lay me down and let me say goodbye to this world
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| You can lay me anywhere
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| But just remember this
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| When you lay me down to die
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| I’ll open up my eyes on the skies I’ve never known
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| In the place where I belong
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| And I’ll realize His love is just another word for Home
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| I believe in the holy shores of uncreated light
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| I believe there is power in the blood
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| And all of the death that ever was
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| If you set it next to life
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| I believe it would barely fill a cup
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| 'Cause I believe there’s power in the blood
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| When you lay me down to die
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| So long, boys, so long, girls
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| Lay me down and let me say goodbye to this world
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| You can lay me anywhere
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| But just remember this
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| When you lay me down to die
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| You lay me down to live |