I ride with my father down the riverIn a birch
The last fall of the morning rain drips off the
Some are born to wealth, and given shelter from the
About three miles up that run down roadThere's an old
David had an eagle tatooed on his right armHe got
The skies are blue, but I still hear thunderThe skies
A child will walk, a child will runA child with
Well I hear that train a comming, its rollin round
Out beyond the broken billboards and the signs along the
Well they put Geronimo in jail down southWhere he couldn't
All of my life I've heard stories toldOf a treasure
If I took away your shelter, put you on the
A boy heard the voice of the whippoorwill one nightand
My people were here long before the others cast their
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