| One day shots rang across the peaceful valley
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| God was crying tears that fell like rain
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| Before the railroad came from Kansas City
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| And the bullets hit the bison from the train
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| First shots rang across the peaceful valley
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| And the white man laid his foot upon the plain
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| The wagon train rolled through the dusty canyon
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| The settlers full of wonder as they crossed
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| A gentle creek where two old oaks were standing
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| Before the west was won there was a cost
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| A rain of fire came down upon the wagons
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| A mother screamed and every soul was lost
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| Change hit the country like a thunderstorm
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| Ancient rivers soon began to boil
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| People rushed like water to California
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| At first they came for gold and then for oil
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| Fortunes were made and lost in lifetimes
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| Mother earth took poison in her soil
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| An Electra Cruiser coasted towards the exit
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| And turned on Peaceful Valley Boulevard
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| «People make the difference» read a billboard
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| Above a long line of idling cars
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| Who’ll be the one to lead this world
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| Who’ll be the beacon in the night
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| Who’ll be the one to lead this world
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| Who’ll be the beacon in the night
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| Who’ll be the one to lead the nations
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| And protect God’s creations
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| A polar bear was drifting on an ice floe
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| Sun beating down from the sky
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| Politicians gathered for a summit
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| And came away with nothing to decide
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| Storms thundered on, his tears of falling rain
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| A child was born and wondered why |