(Paul Cotton)
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There he goes he's a trader, moving
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On through the virgin land.
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Got the word from the government that it's
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Too late for a lowly man, to make a Stand.
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His reasons read like a prophecy.
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He made them up as he went along
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Those who saw it as a falacy are
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Remembered as only dead and gone.
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And now we all know who was right.
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And the time showed who was wrong.
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We saw them wield all their might.
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I guess they knew that it wouldn't be long.
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I guess they knew that it wouldn't be long.
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He's come to change all the wilderness
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Change the course of the rivers too.
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He's not about ta stop for any rest
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But somebody, please say we're through
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Here we go again and again
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Save your woman, save the land
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Save the children, they are the future hands
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In the promised land
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They're the future hands in the promised land
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They're the future hands in the promised land.
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And now they're left without a home
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Somebody left them in the cold
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WESTERN WATERLOO
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Poco |