| The road ain’t looked this good to me
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| In a couple of months or so
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| I’ve been breaking ground, heading down
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| A hard road to hoe
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| I’ve been farming dreams but I ain’t seen
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| No harvest in L. A
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| But there’s time enough to win her back
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| I can’t waste another day
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| A farmer I was born and a farmer I will die
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| I want to plant my heels in a fertile field
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| And dry Rebecca’s eyes
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| Well I couldn’t work that desert dirt
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| And I thought my dreams were gone
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| But dreaming keeps on driving me
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| A little further on, yeah, a little further on
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| And all that time in California
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| It was just a waste of seed
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| I left everything I cared for
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| Neglected in the weeds
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| But my love for sweet Rebecca
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| Just keeps growing on and on
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| And it’s time, I bring the harvest home
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| Well I called Rebecca just last night
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| And I broke right down and cried
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| As soon as I heard her sweet voice
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| Across the great divide
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| And in my dreams the grass was green
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| On Sunset Boulevard
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| But eleven hundred miles from now
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| I’ll wake up in her arms, yeah, back home on the farm
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| And all that time in California
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| It was just a waste of seed
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| I left everything I cared for
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| Neglected in the weeds
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| But my love for sweet Rebecca
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| Just keeps growing on and on
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| And it’s time, I bring the harvest home
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| Yeah, my love for sweet Rebecca
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| Just keeps growing on and on
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| And it’s time, I bring the harvest home
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| Bring the harvest home, bring the harvest home |