| Well, the world owns seven wonders as the travellers always tell
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| Some gardens and some towers, I guess you know them well
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| But now the greatest wonder is in Uncle Sam’s fair land
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| That King Columbia river and the great Grand Coulee Dam
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| She come up the Canadian Rockies where the crystal waters glide
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| Comes a-roaring down the canyon to meet that salty tide
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| From the great Pacific Ocean to where the sun sets in the west
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| That big Grand Coulee country in that land I love the best
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| In the misty glitter of that wild and windward spray
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| Men have fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave
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| Once she tore men’s boats to splinters but she gave men dreams to dream
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| That day that Grand Coulee dam went across that wild and restless stream
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| Oh, Uncle Sam took up the notion in the year of thirty three
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| For the factory and the farmer and for all of you and me
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| He said: roll it on Columbia, you can roll out to the sea
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| But river, while you’re rolling you can do some work for me
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| Now from Washington and Oregon you can hear them factories a-hum
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| Making corn and making manganese and light aluminum
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| Always a flying fortress to blast for Uncle Sam
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| That King Columbia river and the great Grand Coulee dam
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| Well, the world owns seven wonders as the travellers always tell
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| Some gardens and some towers, I guess you know them well
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| But now the greatest wonder is in Uncle Sam’s fair land
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| That King Columbia river and the great Grand Coulee Dam |