| The flag is still wavin'
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| As the boxcars roll by
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| Don’t look for the heartland
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| It’s vanished in time
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| Vanished in time
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| I’m drivin' this truck down the highway
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| The reasons are clear in my mind
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| Out in that deep purple canyon
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| I’ll take back a piece of my life
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| I came here to see Jackson Pollack
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| Where shadows and light still embrace
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| Close to the heart of his vision
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| The staggerin' movement of grace
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| The flag is still wavin'
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| As the boxcars roll by
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| Don’t look for the heartland
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| It’s vanished in time
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| Vanished in time
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| I can’t take less than my freedom
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| I’ll reach for that promise tonight
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| There’s so many sad goodbyes
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| And I know when grey skies remind me
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| It’s only a dream to recall
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| Without a word of contrition
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| You’re leavin' the angel to fall
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| Some fight for honor and country
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| They kneel down and pray for relief
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| One thing that seems to be certain
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| We’re part of a dyin' breed
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| The flag is still wavin'
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| As the boxcars roll by
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| Don’t look for the heartland
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| It’s vanished in time
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| Vanished in time
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| The flag is still wavin'
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| As the boxcars roll by
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| Don’t look for the heartland
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| It’s vanished in time
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| Vanished in time |