| The old man loaded up everything that he owned
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| On a wagon and headed out west
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| The old woman fearlessly faced the unknown
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| cause she figured he knew what was best
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| And they settled down hard on a government grant
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| With six mouths to feed and forty acres to plant
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| And the rain came down
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| Like an angel come down from above
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| And the rain came down
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| Itll wash you away and there aint never enough
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| Fall turned to winter another year gone
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| Over and over again
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| Some took their lives from their land and moved on And some stayed on to plow it back in And the good lord he giveth and he taketh away
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| And the restless shall go and the faithful shall stay
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| Now my grandaddy died in the room he was born in Twenty-three summers ago
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| But I could have sworn he was beside me this morning
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| When the sheriff showed up at my door
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| So dont you come around here with your auctioneer man
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| cause you can have the machines but you aint taking my land |