I want to stand upon a rock, and watch the river flow
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with the blue sky above me and the valley down below.
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I want to hold my head up high, and listen to the wind
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'Cause when it's gone, it won't be back again
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I want to sing the kind of songs that my dad sang to me,
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and try to be the man he hoped that I would be
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He said you only get one chance, you'd better do the best you can,
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'Cause when it's gone, it won't be back again.
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I want to wear my Sunday coat, and hold your hand in mine,
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and hear you say you'll love me until the end of time.
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I want to find forever in every moment that we spend,
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'Cause when it's gone, it won't be back again.
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I want to wear my Sunday coat
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and hold your hand in mine
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and hear you say you'll love me
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until the end of time
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I want to stand upon a rock, like I did when I was young,
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And hold you close beside me, and watch our children run
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'Cause you only get one chance to listen to th wind,
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and when it's gone, it won't be back again
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We only get one chance, so listen to the wind,
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cause when it's gone, it won't be back again.
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When It's Gone
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Nitty Gritty Dirt Band |