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just about a hundred years or so ago
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ten men rode their way down the mighty colorado
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and as I read about their journey
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I couldn't help but feel a very similar yearning
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to mr. powell
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and I wish that I could have been there with him
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the way he talked about the river, I could tell
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the revelations he must have felt within himself,
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the realization of what man's supposed to do,
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I feel it too
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(FLUTE SOLO)
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as they would ride over the waves
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as they would glide over the waves
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the river forged its way through canyons
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that were so high that the clouds would float within them
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cascade fountains moss surrounded
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on through a gorge grand beyond description
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and the river rolls
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and like a whirlpool it sets my mind to spinnin'
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can you imagine walls that went so high
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the sky would be nothing more than a single thin blue line
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and rocks would rainbow their way up to the sky
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as they would ride over the waves
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as they would glide over the waves
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you'd hear them singing, singing
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ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh,
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ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhh...
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Lyrics are copyright 1973, 1976 Larry Lee
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Mr. Powell
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| The Ozark Mountain Daredevils |
