| A baby child is born along the highway
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| A tiny little thing upon the land
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| An okie with his dreams out on the byway
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| Lifts the tiny baby in his hand
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| The woman smiles a little smile of knowing
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| And whispers something softly in his ear
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| Perhaps a little prayer to help the growing
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| Perhaps a word of comfort through the fears
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| You trust the moon to move the mighty ocean
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| You trust the sun to shine upon the land
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| You take the little that you know
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| And you do the best you can
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| You see the rest with the quiet faith of man
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| A tractor makes its way along the fence line
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| And drops the seeds precisely in a row
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| If the rains are kind and the winds don’t take the topsoil
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| Before too long the crops will start to show
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| The farmer sees the fields around him growin'
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| He whispers something low beneath his breath
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| Perhaps a little prayer to help the growin'
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| Perhaps a word of thanks for all the rest
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| Repeat chorus
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| There’s a storm tossed ship tonight out on the ocean
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| There’s a soul somewhere adrift out on the blue
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| There’s a dreamer with his eyes upon the heavens |
| They’re all looking for a way to make it through
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| Repeat chorus |