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With her fine red earth and her diamonds of ore underneath, She casts spells to bind your soul for as long as you will breathe, As far back as you look, she’s turned boys into men, You give her all you have and more if you can. With the wind blowing tunes across her wide open space, And through her canyons, it sings her glory and her praise, I know hers is the place where I belong, She’s the country, the rock and the song. She’s the mother you run back to, The cradle and the grave, too, In the freezing cold or in the blistering sun, There’s nothing you can do she ain’t already done. She’s the one. The pain and the joy, the fun and the sweat, With that secret pact, she’s the butter on your bread. Her scars she won’t disguise, call all the lies, And if you bleed and believe her, your wounds she dries. The bitterness, don’t think she cannot feel, With her tenderness, she’s made of the most sensitive steel, Welcomes strangers from afar and near, All confessions she will hear. You cannot run away from her however fast you go, She’ll tug at... Artikel ansehen
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