| I’ve hid in this land low and I’ve seen it change
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| I don’t know where I can go but I’d ride this road again
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| I’ve hid in this land low
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| I rode this land way back when
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| And I knew there’d come a day
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| As it goes there’s always been
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| As it goes with what remains
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| I rode this land way back when
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| I rode this land way back when
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| And I ride this land so far from the coastline through the plains
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| I’m two feet in an cars
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| I’ve seen desert views from all freight trains
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| And I ride this land so far
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| And I ride this land for days and still I hear words
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| Every vacant place, every time I come and show my face
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| I am gonna ride this land for days
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| I am gonna ride this land for days
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| I rode this road on the stories I could tell
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| My well had gone under and my soul wasn’t fit enough to sell
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| And I for years and I stopped at every town
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| My pistols and my fear and my kneel, my kneel upon your ground
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| I am gonna ride this land for a year
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| I am gonna ride this land for a year
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| And I rode this road down as far as it’ll go
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| Every sight and sound, there’s only one thing left for me to know
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| I’m gonna ride on home to you |