| Johnny was a child
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| When the wheels of progress came
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| And slowed things down again
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| Oh, when the wheat was high
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| And a big moon sailed in a rolling sky
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| And the stars came down so close
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| You could touch them just like rings
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| And you felt so happy-sad
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| It all seemed part of the same thing
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| Oh, when the days ran wild
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| And he was a child
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| And later on when the tractors came
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| And made light work, that would have taken days
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| So with nothing else to do
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| We just turned the days to rain
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| It would take an endless chain of circumstance
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| To get up and start again
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| Oh, when the tractors came
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| The the field of grain
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| We have nothing else to do
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| Johnny, now those days have ended
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| There’s no more time on our side
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| They say, in a little while
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| It will all take on a new- take on a new light
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| We have nothing else to do
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| We have nothing else to do
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| We have nothing else to do
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| We have nothing else to do
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| Take on a new light
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| Take on a new light
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| Take on a new light |