| Very old and free is this voice I heard
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| Echoed in the breeze and the buffalo herd
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| All that I learn from the beasts and these birds is it’s home to me
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| And that’s alright when they say
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| Burial at sea is this bust-up line
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| According to the customs and creed of this culture my tribe
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| That was never me, that request was not mine I
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| Wanted to choke on the rifle smoke, yeah I
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| Wanted to go down with my right hand broke
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| C’mon yeah
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| I wanted to go down with my right hand broke
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| Cause in the motorcade I’m a runaway
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| And I’ll never change not tomorrow
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| Safe and merrily I left dignified, well
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| Rapids on the stream make a wild ride
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| Your life is but a dream if you bide and bide
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| But I’ll be on that boat when the water’s wide yeah I
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| Wanted to learn to love before I die
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| C’mon yeah
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| I wanted to learn to love before I die
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| In the motorcade I’m a runaway
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| And I’ll never change not tomorrow
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| Somebody said «Hey, is there any end in sight?»
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| Somebody said «Hey, to this foolish foolish ride»
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| In the motorcade I’m a runaway
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| And I’ll never change not tomorrow
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| In the motorcade I’m a runaway
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| And I’ll never change not tomorrow
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| C’mon yeah
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| I wanted to go down with my right broke oh yeah |