There was a time, a simpler time
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When a man could be sure of where he stood
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I used to work at the yard, working honest and hard
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The hours were long but the pay was good
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I had a family and friends, oh so many friends
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We'd drive to the lake on holidays
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Back then it wasn't so dear for a sandwich or beer
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At night I still dream I can see their faces
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Certain things that you depend upon
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There are places that you know
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And the faces of America
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Oh, where do they go, where did they go
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I was born on a farm, a midwestern farm
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I rode on the tractor with my dad
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And though we never had much it was always enough
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And we made the best with what we had
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But then came four years of drought and the bottom dropped out
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My father was broken like the rest
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And I can still see his hands signing over his lands
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And the bankers grow fat on the flesh of the dispossessed
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Certain things that you depend upon
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There are places I can go I sift the ashes of America
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For someplace I used to know (someplace I used to know)
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Someplace I used to know (someplace I used to know)
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Someplace I used to know
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There was a time, a simpler time
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When a man could be sure of where he stood
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I used to work at the yard, working honest and hard
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The hours were long but the pay was oh so good
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Certain things that you depend upon I used to think were guaranteed
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Like the right of every man to work
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And feed his family, and feed his family
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And the faces of America seem so distant and estranged
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Have their eyes become too blind to see
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How much their hearts have changed (how much their hearts have changed)
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How much their hearts have changed (how much their hearts have changed)
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How much their hearts have changed
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Faces Of America
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Dan Fogelberg |