| Well you look just like General Custer
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| On the day of his last stand
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| Heading up into the black hills
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| Glorious and grand
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| I saw it by your side
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| A map in your hand
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| Heading up into the rain
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| Singing «This land is your land»
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| Now I’ve seen your dust a-rising
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| And I’ve seen your numbers swell
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| I’ve seen you crossing the badlands
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| And I’ve heard your captains yell
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| I’ve watched you when you’re sleeping
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| I’ve seen you filling up your can
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| Thinking as you work
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| That this land is your land
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| But now you’re bursting into my country
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| You’re messing up my fields
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| You’re playing games with my holy places
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| You’re tearing the earth with your wheels
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| Right now your star is ascending
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| And your head is bursting with pride
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| But I wonder if Custer was still singing
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| «This land is my land» when he died
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| Was he still singing «this is my land» when he died
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| Was he singing that it’s my land when he died
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| Was he singing when he died
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| Was he singing when he died
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| Was he singing it’s my land when he died
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| When he died…
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| Was he singing when he died |