| Baby’s got a praise like a willow in the wind
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| Baby’s got a praise like a lover, like a friend
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| It’s a long way, Nehalem, to let the water in
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| And that’s a slow-rollin' country caravan of many suns
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| Baby’s got a worship like a river on the cusp
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| Crashing through the land and moving with a mighty rush
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| It’s a long way, oh, joker, to let the fire burn
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| And that’s a slow-rollin' country caravan of many suns
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| Baby’s got a praise like a scarecrow in the corn
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| Kicking up a blaze, moving over like a storm
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| It’s a long way, Nehalem, to let the water in
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| And that’s a slow-rollin' country caravan of many suns
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| Baby’s got a praise like a willow in the wind
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| Baby’s got a praise like a lover, like a friend
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| It’s a long way, Nehalem, to let the water in
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| And that’s a slow-rolling country caravan of many suns
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| Yeah, that’s a slow-rolling country caravan of many suns
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| Oh, that’s a slow-rolling country caravan of many suns, many suns |