Millions of acres of Iowa lands
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Soon you can pay for your own farm and home
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This gives you the free pass, industrious hands
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Whole families
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Whole families
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Whole families are on the move
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Seen enough of the Wild West to make me unfit
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To live in the new world, contented in it
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My god, and the men
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And the women we've met
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Whole families
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Whole families
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Whole families are on the move
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Drag all of your treasures out into the yard
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Relations who wait for your news need not know
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Photographing your happiness here is so hard
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All the storms are on the ocean
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There's no darkness to soften the daylight
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And the old ghosts have all departed
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Their great families
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Save all of the shadows
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Before their fleet substance fades
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Make a print you can hold
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In the palm of your hand
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For one day the land
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Is going to wake out
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Of a long troubled sleep
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To take back your home
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And your crops it shall keep
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You may follow your road
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As far west as it goes
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And you tracks will fill up
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With the dust, then the snow
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Till the land looks much as it did
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Long ago, before families were on the move
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Iowa Lands
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| Robin Holcomb |
