Strip away the bar and gun shop
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Strip away the lonesome telephone lines
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Strip away the faded black top
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Strip away these things,
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I'll tell you what you'll find
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Beautiful land
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With the hills all around
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Where the mountaintops reach
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For the billowing clouds
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Touch of God's hand
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Is a whispering sound
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Of the wind through the trees
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In the dawn's misty shroud
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Beautiful land
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My coat still holds her perfume
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My car seat a few strands of her hair
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I see my red eyes in the rear view
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I been driving through the high, country air
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Through the....
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Beautiful land....
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I don't ever want to get that way again
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I turned my back on who I was
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I turned my back on all my friends
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I don't ever want to get that way
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In the stillness of the morning
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In the absence of a practical plan
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In the wake of my transforming
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From a loved one to a stranger again
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Lies the ....
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Beautiful land....
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Beautiful Land
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| The Gathering Field |
