| I was holding on to my grandad’s hand
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| He was pointing to the promised land
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| That lay beyond the reservation road
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| He said don’t make promises that you won’t keep
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| Don’t betray the earth beneath your feet
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| As we walked on the reservation road
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| And just for that one moment we were racing with the wind
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| And sound of horses thundering they echoed once again
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| Back to a place where our hearts and souls belong
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| A thousand dreams away from that reservation road
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| A thousand dreams away from that reservation road
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| Then his spirit soared into the sky
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| Beyond the place where eagle fly
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| And my tears fell on the reservation road
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| Now a hundred moons have come and gone
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| And I’m holding on to my newborn son
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| One day he’ll walk on the reservation road
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| And just for that one moment we were racing with the wind
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| And sound of horses thundering they echoed once again
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| Back to a place where our hearts and souls belong
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| A thousand dreams away from that reservation road
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| A thousand dreams away from that reservation road
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| I was holding on to my grandad’s hand
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| He was pointing to the promised land
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| That lay beyond the reservation road
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| It went way beyond the reservation road
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| Have you ever walked on the reservation road?
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| Let me take you down the reservation road
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| Like to take some Senators down the reservation road
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| Let me take you down the reservation road
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| Let me take you down the reservation road |