| Storm clouds are building above the timber line
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| The lightnings flashing across the mountain side
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| The thunders rollin down the canyons of his mind
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| Somewhere beyond the great divide
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| The bugle of the bull elk echos through pines
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| The north wind moans her lonesome lullaby
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| He hungers for the freedom of an eagle as she flies
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| Somewhere beyond the great divide
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| Hes heard the call of the wild
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| Hes heard the call of the wild
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| The mountains callin to him like a mother calls her child
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| Hes heard the call of the wild
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| Livin in the city oh it gets to be a grind
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| Puttin in his hours workin overtime
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| Waitin for the day he can leave it all behind
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| To go somewhere beyond the great divide
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| Bridge:
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| Hes got to get away from the city for a while
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| Hes gotta answer the call of the wild
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| Guitar solo: (tab will come later, Im still working on it)
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| Repeat chorus |