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Pastures Of The U.S.A.

Its a hard ramblin’ road,
I’ve seen and I’ve walked,
On yellow street lines of pavement,
And through white lines of chalk,
I keep my head down,
But keep my cap up,
For the world I’m a livin’
It seems far too much,
 
I’ve been here and there,
And met many a man,
Through lamplights,
And gaslights with breath frozen in air,
I keep my mouth shut,
But I keep up my grin,
For this world I’m a-living,
It seems too hard to bear,
 
Black cities of batteries,
And moth-like lights,
The attract many travelers,
To see all the sights,
I don’t tend to stare,
But sometimes I fail,
For this world I’m a-living,
It seems too hard to bear,
 
I’ve been to Oregon,
Kansas, Nevada too,
It always seems everywhere,
Someone is singing the blues,
Of work and money,
For they ain’t got enough pay,
To go to their college,
And then pay their own way,
 
Green pastures of plenty,
I’ve stole this from you,
For now you seem gone,
From the great nation you,
Started but then man took,
and raped and murdered you,
So I keep my voice high,
And my fists in a clench,
For America is gone with the dust,
It is gone with the wind,
 
I wish, I wish I could see another time,
Just for an instant to get a different view,
Of what I know and what I know could be true,
If the ideals of the Fathers hadn’t abandoned you,
So I keep my brain electrified,
But my feet on the ground,
Oh U.S.A. I’m scared I’m losin’ you,
 
And now I’m leavin’
But I would rather stay,
The words I got in my head,
Theres too much to say,
Green pastures of plenty,
Now where have you gone,
You once were like a stag,
But now bleeding like a fawn,
 
So I walked and I rambled,
I’ll continue my way,
I’ll keep on ramblin,
Till I reach my dyin’ day,
But nothing but dreams,
And the pastures left behind,
Will make me forget,
The memories of my ragged mind...

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