This ain't my first rodeo, ten thousand,
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walking and running and marching and pushing and shoving and pushing and pressing on.
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Step by step, to the grave, marching on.
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You have a song; unsung.
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I sing a new song falling on deaf ears.
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Unsung.
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Before There Was Atlanta, There Was Douglasville
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| The Chariot |
