| How do I feel, well I feel so alone
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| Like a sad armadillo across this desert I roam
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| I’ve been stripped down, bare, 'til I break
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| Still the wheel keeps turning
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| Had me a sweet one, I tell no lie
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| Summer nights in the cornfields when the corn gets so high
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| We traveled clear across Wichita headin’north
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| Leavin’civilization
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| And there were highways to get across
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| And places far from here
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| And I was his lonesome prairie
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| And he was my wild frontier
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| Harvested peaches in a small border town
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| Saved all our wages, put ten percent down
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| I never thought I’d see the world through a child’s eyes
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| Until early December
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| Then on Calgary morning, still as glass
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| While my baby lay sleeping, an angel slipped past
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| And with one breath said I’m taking him back
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| To his father in Heaven
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| Through gravel and ice and new fallen snow
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| I held him through my tears
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| Because I was his lonesome prairie
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| And he was my wild frontier
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| Bridge
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| Get along, get along, get along
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| Get along, get along, get along
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| (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
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| Get along, get along, get along
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| Get along, get along, get along
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| (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
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| And sometimes at night I swear I can hear him
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| Calling out so clear
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| He says, you were my loneome prairie
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| And I’m still your wild frontier
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| (Repeat Bridge)
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| Babe I miss you |