Take a look at the skies where the whippoorwill trills
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And the mountain so high where the cataract spills
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Take a look at the falls and the rippling rills
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Hear the wanderlust calls of the whispering hills
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The rippling rills, the cataract spills, the whippoorwill trills
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The rippling rills, the cataract spills, the whippoorwill trills
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The rippling rills, the cataract spills, the whippoorwill trills
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Let me live on the range where the tumbleweeds grow
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Let the silver sands change where the prairie winds blow
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Let the wanderers sing where the wanderers go
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Let the melody ring for it's happy I know
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The wanderers go, the prairie winds blow, the tumbleweeds grow
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The wanderers go, the prairie winds blow, the tumbleweeds grow
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The wanderers go, the prairie winds blow, the tumbleweeds grow
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Let me follow the trail where the buffalo roam
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Let a silver cloud sail where the setting sun shone
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Let the local wolf wail in a broken-heart tone
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Let it storm, let it gale, still the prairie's my home
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The broken-heart tone, the setting sun shone, the buffalo roam
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The broken-heart tone, the setting sun shone, the buffalo roam
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The rippling rills, the cataract spills, the whippoorwill trills
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The wanderers go, the prairie winds blow, the tumbleweeds grow
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The broken-heart tone, the setting sun shone, the buffalo roam
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The prairie's my home!
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Chant Of The Wanderer
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Nickel Creek |