Well the world has seven wonders, the travelers always tell:
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Some gardens and some towers, I guess you know them well.
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But the greatest wonder is in Uncle Sam's fair land.
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It's that King Columbia River and the big Grand Coulee Dam.
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She heads up the Canadian Rockies where the rippling waters glide,
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Comes a-rumbling down the canyon to meet that salty tide
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Of the wide Pacific Ocean where the sun sets in the west,
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And the big Grand Coulee country in the land I love the best.
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In the misty crystal glitter of that wild and windward spray,
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Men have fought the pounding waters and met a watery grave.
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She tore their boats to splinters but she gave men dreams to dream
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Of the day the Coulee Dam would cross that wild and wasted stream.
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Uncle Sam took up the challenge in the year of '33
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For the farmer and the factory and all of you and me.
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He said, "Roll along Columbia. You can ramble to the sea,
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But river while you're ramblin' you can do some work for me."
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Now in Washington and Oregon you hear the factories hum,
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Making chrome and making manganese and light aluminum.
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And there roars a mighty furnace now to fight for Uncle Sam,
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Spawned upon the King Columbia by the big Grand Coulee Dam.
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The Grand Coulee Dam
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Woody Guthrie |