Roll on, Columbia, roll on
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Roll on, Columbia, roll on
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Your power is turning our darkness to dawn
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So roll on, Columbia, roll on
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Green Douglas firs where the waters cut through
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Down her wild mountains and canyons she flew
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Canadian Northwest to the oceans so blue
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Roll on Columbia, roll on
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Other great rivers add power to you
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Yakima, Snake, and the Klickitat, too
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Sandy Willamette and Hood River too
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So roll on, Columbia, roll on
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Tom Jefferson's vision would not let him rest
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An empire he saw in the Pacific Northwest
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Sent Lewis and Clark and they did the rest
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So roll on, Columbia, roll on
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It's there on your banks that we fought many a fight
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Sheridan's boys in the blockhouse that night
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They saw us in death but never in flight
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So roll on Columbia, roll on
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At Bonneville now there are ships in the locks
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The waters have risen and cleared all the rocks
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Shiploads of plenty will steam past the docks
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So roll on, Columbia, roll on
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And on up the river is Grand Coulee Dam
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The mightiest thing ever built by a man
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To run the great factories and water the land
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So roll on, Columbia, roll on
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These mighty men labored by day and by night
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Matching their strength 'gainst the river's wild flight
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Through rapids and falls, they won the hard fight
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So roll on, Columbia, roll on
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Roll On
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Woody Guthrie |