From the clatter of Honky tonk
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To the quiet of the range
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Been thinkin bout silence golden
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Golden silence change
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Burning nights gets damper
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And only one moon was cool
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As the steam of danger rose
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From a ripple-less darkened pool
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Came to America stopped out in the west
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Ain't no shotgun rider alligator on my chest
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Hotbed of indifference seedbed of so-so
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It's push and shove - lord above
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what a way to go
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Don't say that you love me
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Just say you might
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You keep holding me
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To things you think are right
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Yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh
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Land of hope and glory
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Seen foreign soldiers
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Beachhead, army ducks
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Seen local farmers
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In their big red pick up trucks
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Seen drugstore cowboys
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Who could not find the range
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Seen fools in the city
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Who could do with a change
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Dined with bog business
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And I stood for the toast
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Shunned those screenplay writers
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In their big home on the coast
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Stood in catherdrals
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And breathed hard at the sight
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Heard rhetoric
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Do I need that stuff tonight
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Land Of Hope And Glory
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| Australian Crawl |
