| This Land of Ours Once wild and Free
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| Endless Plains, Gold and Greens
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| This Land of Ours Once was our Own
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| Chase the Sun and the Seasons Where the Buffalo roam
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| Oh This Land is all that We Need
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| It’s Our God and Our Life Blood
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| It’s Our everything
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| This Land Changed when the trains rolled in
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| Brought Sadness and stangers, Bullets and Sin
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| Oh This Land is all that we know
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| Not a thing to possess, not something to own
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| The American Dream, it ain’t for me
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| So I’ll fight to be Free
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| This Land of Ours, I don’t know anymore
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| City’s of Steel and Buffalo bones
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| Oh This Land was taken and sold
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| Worth more than trinkets, Jesus and Gold
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| The American Dream, It ain’t for me
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| So I’ll fight to be Free
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| This Land is All on it’s own
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| Can’t fight Machines with arrows and bows
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| The American Dream, It ain’t for me
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| So I’ll Die to be Free |