My father was a farmer
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But his head was in the sky
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He worked everyday but Sunday
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'Til the day he died
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He prayed for rain and thunder
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And listened for the sound
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In the dry years he went under
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He never got off the ground
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We all dream when we're younger
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That we will do great things
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Me, I used to have a hunger
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To wear a pilot's wings
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But the circle's that I ran in
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Turned my head around
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And the planes I had my plans in
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Never got off the ground
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Don't raise your hopes
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You hear so many say
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The higher they get
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The closer they are to flying away
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Fly away..
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Don't raise your hopes
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You hear so many say
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The higher they get
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The closer they are to flying away
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They say there but for fortune
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Is the way it would have been
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If we could take a bigger portion
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We'd fill our hands again
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You see them on the sidewalks
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In the parks all over town
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Those who've taken flight
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Never got off the ground
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Never Got Off The Ground
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| Alison Krauss |
