| Well, I jumped so high
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| Knocked the table over
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| Thought I saw a ghost
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| Come out of the clover
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| She lived in this house
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| Forty odd years or so
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| She was buried in the back
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| With the English and the natives
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| Slaughtered like sheep
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| Women and babies
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| Lot of blood and tears
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| Three hundred years ago
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| It’s like they’re caught up in the trees
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| In the webs of spiders
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| Spun out of leaves
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| Ghostly riders
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| Lookin' for a trail
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| To find their way back home
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| But there’s nothing back there
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| Or tomorrow
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| No place they
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| Can put their sorrow
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| Heavy as death
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| Cold as a broken stone
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| And I call this place my homeland
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| And I claim this land I own
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| But it belongs to another people
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| They possess it in their bones
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| Well, I can hear them in the night
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| Like a hundred televisions
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| Hummin' down low
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| Beneath the subdivisions
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| All they really want
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| Is if we can hear 'em now
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| They been troublin' this plain
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| Lookin' for attention
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| Making crazy tracks
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| They need an intervention
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| All they really want
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| Is to get back home somehow
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| So build up a fire
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| Say a little prayer
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| And cook a little meat
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| Pull 'em up a chair
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| And offer them a plate
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| Maybe we can all find peace
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| You can’t bury anything
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| Men or nations
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| Old memories, old vibrations
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| The pain doesn’t stop
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| Just because the killin' ceased
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| And I call this place my homeland
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| And I claim this land I own
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| It belongs to another people
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| They possess it in their bones
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| Well, I jumped so high
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| Straight up off the bed sheet
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| Nightmare sky
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| Bloody with the red heat
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| Started to shake
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| 'Cause I couldn’t find my way back home
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| Well, I landed in the ditch
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| Landed in the gutter
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| Landed in the arms
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| Of my long lost mother
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| Cryin' like a child
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| While the Bayou Pierre groaned
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| And I call this place my homeland
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| And I love this land I own
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| But it belongs to another people
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| They possess it in their bones
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| Yeah, I call this place my homeland
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| And I claim this land I own
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| But it belongs to another people
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| They possess it in their bones |