| It’s whispered from a tractor on a flat Midwestern plain
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| The fields are dry and dusty, there is no sign of rain
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| It floats out a kitchen window, somewhere in the south
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| If the river gets much higher, they’ll float away no doubt
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| You can almost feel it in the air, an American prayer
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| They’re gonna be alright, they’re gonna carry on
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| Help from above will come back strong
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| Got faith in us, got faith in Him
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| The clouds will part and the sun will shine again, amen
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| It echoes through the factories up in Michigan
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| It bounces off the levees, and rides out on the wind
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| Clear out to California, and back on up to Maine
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| Don’t matter if you’re rich or poor, a sinner or a saint
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| Every night, everybody, everywhere
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| Is praying their American prayer
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| They’re gonna be alright, they’re gonna carry on
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| Help from above will come back strong
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| Got faith in us, got faith in Him
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| The clouds will part and the sun will shine again, amen
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| They’re gonna be alright, they’re gonna carry on
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| Help from above will come back strong
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| Got faith in us, got faith in Him
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| The clouds will part and the sun will shine again, amen
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| Amen |