Here where we stand there used to be a forest
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A timber rising endlessly before us
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We cleared away that God forsaken jungle
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And in return the Indians adore us
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What was mud now is a highway
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Reaching wide into a prairie
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Horses run -- cattle are grazing
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You would swear it was Oklahoma
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Day by day dark is illuminated
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God's mistake altered and uncreated
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Wrong's made right left to the jungle pioneer
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See in the field my little son and daughter
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Not long ago that ground was underwater
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Now you can see them walking with the cattle
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Singing them songs before they go to slaughter
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There are those who would appose us
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Crying out, "God save the planet"
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Bleeding hearts can't turn assunder
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This the eighth and final wonder
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Day by day this land is liberated
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God's mistake altered and uncreated
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Wrong's made right left to the jungle pioneer
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Saddle up giddy up and ride on out of here
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We got a mile of burning to do today
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Get along now gonna need you out of here
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We got a pile of earning to do today
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Down in Brazil there used to be a forest
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Now in it's place a crazy wind is whistling
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As every tree was falling in the forest
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It made a sound but nobody was listening
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When the last is buried under
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What has been will be no longer
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No matter what man may endeavor
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Eden's gate closes forever
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Day by day life is eliminated
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God's own work altered and eliminated
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Through it all there stands the jungle pioneer
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THE JUNGLE PIONEER (Viola Violar)
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| Manhattan Transfer |
