| Heros and heroines are scarcer than they’ve ever been
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| So much more to lose than win the distance never greater
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| Way back when you made history by flying planes across the sea
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| Embarking on your odyssey
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| You put away the danger
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| Heaven bless the one who flys
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| A pioneer on frontier skies
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| The world was dark and your only mark
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| Was the light of the northern star
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| I imagine what was in your eyes
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| The seeds of rust and days gone by Your wings hang in a gallery sky I wonder how you’re flying
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| Way out on the western plains
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| The snow drifts high and the dust wind burns
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| The chinooks blow their winds
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| Across the mountains
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| A life that’s never safe and dry rodeos and riding high
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| Ladies and their men get by on six guns and white lightening.
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| Heaven bless them on the road those drifters and their dreams of gold
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| The world was wide and a cowboy’s song could span the whole horizon
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| I imagine what was in your eyes
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| The dust and the dirt under out law skies
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| A piece of land and a stubborn mind were the only things worth having
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| Now they say the moon is dust and ash and California’s made of cash
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| We’re waiting for those hills to crash into sparkling waters
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| Rain and snow and sun and wind
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| You roamed the earth and you spread your wings
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| Long ago my hero’s dreams belonged to all God’s creatures
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| Heaven bless the ones who sleep
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| The ones who laugh and the ones who weep
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| Heaven bless the one who keep their bearings strong and certain
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| And Lord help the fool who said
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| You’d better quit while you’re ahead
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| A dreamer born is a hero bred on earth and up in heaven
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| And Lord help the fool who said
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| You’d better quit while you’re ahead
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| A dreamer born is a hero bred on earth and up in heaven |