| Fifteen hours of flight
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| A lifetime on my mind
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| Got no tears for crying
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| They’ve all been left behind
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| And like the world below me
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| Different colors and scattered lines
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| There’s no perfect ending
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| We just ran out of time
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| I’m going back to Saskatchewan
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| To put my mama in the ground
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| I’m going back to Saskatchewan
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| To my mama’s little town
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| A prairie sky never dies
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| And that’s where she called home
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| Pictures of a little girl
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| From a life I’d never know
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| The fields they are a perfect gold
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| And the earth beneath them red
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| And this is where I’ll lay her down
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| So much left unsaid
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| I’m going back to Saskatchewan
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| To put my mama in the ground
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| I’m going back to Saskatchewan
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| To my mama’s little town
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| There’s the church and the schoolyard
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| And the old drug store
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| And just like from those stories
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| That she had told me before
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| The fields they are a perfect gold
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| And the earth beneath them red
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| So this is where I’ll lay her down
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| And send my mama off to bed
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| I’m going back (Going back) to Saskatchewan (Back)
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| To put my mama in the ground
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| I’m going back (Going back) to Saskatchewan (Back)
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| And that’s where I’ll be found
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| I’m going back to Saskatchewan
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| To my momma’s little town |