| Golden wheat and price of bread; |
| never meant to come so far
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| Tractors dozin' like dinosaurs; |
| all LBJ’s old scars
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| All across the United States lookin' for relief to get inside
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| Blood and flags flappin' on the moon;
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| The boys tried and they tried and tried and tried, ayay
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| Underwear dancin' on the line from sea to shining sea
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| Drunk car came lurching to a red light stop; |
| it’s just how it had to be
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| Meet you down at the factory just before they feed the beast
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| We’ll get our picture taken standing side by side while all of Dallas sleeps
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| Golden wheat and taste of bread; |
| kid’s t-shirt is much too small
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| That Ford will never move, move, move again; |
| it don’t rain much in fall
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| Don’t rain much in fall; |
| rain much in the fall; |
| the fall
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| In the fall, the fall, in the fall, the fall |