| Rode out of this forgotten town
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| Had to watch my old horse drown
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| Buried by the river
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| Chocolate colored by the mud
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| When we young we were judged
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| By the choices that we made
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| And all the time we wasted and
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| The love, the love that I betrayed
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| Well
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| They built the dam and everything changed
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| Little houses huddled on the range
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| Fear came rolling in
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| And covered up the sun
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| In the land of milk and honey
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| That’s where I laid my claim
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| But every day that I lost money
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| It brought me closer to the grave
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| Where the river don’t flow
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| Where the grass don’t grow
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| Preacher had a cross to bear
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| He smelled salvation in the air
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| Tempted by the silver and gold
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| Put him six feet in the ground
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| I came across her by the road
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| Dressed in her Sunday best
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| She took my hand and led me home
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| To the place, the place I can’t forget
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| Where the river don’t flow
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| Where the grass don’t grow
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| Living in a makeshift tent
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| Couldn’t find money for the rent
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| Do you believe in the kingdom to come
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| And the promise of the word
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| In the land of milk and honey
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| That’s where I laid my claim
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| But every day that I lost money
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| It brought me closer to the grave
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| Where the river don’t flow
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| Where the grass don’t grow
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| Where the river don’t flow
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| Where the grass don’t grow |