I'm coming in,got the wood stove on
At the end of a treasured day
Take off my hat and shoes
And I lay me down
Lives been lost and fortunes won
A test of the will to survive
See where the shadow falls
And you stake your claim
I dream of trees and roads
I roam across the hills
The sky is big, of deepest blue
The clouds like smokey trains
News coming in, goes nationwide
Not a grain of truth to be heard
Lie to an ancient tribe
In their mother tongue
Wreaking havoc and wrecking lives
Like a ball and chain to the skull
Rise see the eagle fly
Spirit can't be broken
I dream of trees and roads
I roam across the hills
The sky is big, of deepest blue
The clouds like smokey trains
I dream of trees and roads
I roam across the hills
The sky is big, of deepest blue
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