| I sailed in on the good intent with all intentions clear
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| A man without a mystery, a vision brought me here
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| The ocean gave me room to roam, but the shore is calling out
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| So I will marry, build a home, and see what that’s about
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| Children came by dozens, then drifting south like rain
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| I worked the soil, I used the gun, the waves have to turned to grain
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| I tried to love this Arkansas with black and bleeding hands
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| But I will not survive this life, but I’ll become a man
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| My brother sold my mother’s house, I never shed a tear
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| I could watch the world in smoke, there’s nothin' for me here
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| I’ve seen behind the darkened vail, it’s all I want to know
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| So I’ll sail off on the good intent to my true happy home
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| Yes, I’ll sail off on the good intent, never more to roam |