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Pure Prairie League
I'm almost ready
To let you know just how bad I feel
I'm almost ready

To let you loose and find another heart to steal
My
My love is in league with the freeway
It's passion will rise as the cities fly by
And the tail lights dissolve in the coming of night
My love is in league with the freeway
It's passion will rise as the cities fly by
And the tail lights dissolve in the coming of night
My love is in league with the freeway
Its passion will ride, as the cities fly by
And the tail-lights dissolve, in the coming of night
My love is in league with the freeway
It's passion will rise as the cities fly by
And the tail lights dissolve in the coming of night
Little Johanna girl of my prairie
Help me fill this house with living words
Further up and further in
Let them fly from our lips
Just like birds
kept alive by the Sons of The Pioneers
Like that young cowboy from old Montana got boots and spurs and a black bandana
He rides the wild prairie rounding
The wisdom of the man can be denied by none 
For he's the one that said

Before you go to Buffalo to Baltimore or Borneo 
To Eastern Pennsylvania or Japan
Come listen to my tale 'bout a pretty little girl
That I chanced to meet on the prairie
T'was a night in June by the western moon
That I met my
don't howl in the dark of the moon
We can make Scotts Bluff by the middle of June

Did you see that endless prairie
Blowin' clean and pure and free?
Did
The wisdom of the man can be denied by none 
For he's the one that said

Before you go to Buffalo to Baltimore or Borneo 
To Eastern Pennsylvania or Japan
and dreaming

Watching the river roll by
Here comes that big old prairie moon rising
Shining down bright as can be
Up on the hill there's a coyote singing
Out in the prairie the bison dared to roam
The crying of a lone shot claimed they're forever gone
High in the breezing winds an eagle dared to fly
I cannot stop this child from touching me
I see not fault in watching her bloom
She knows where fire begins and where sparks might fly
Yet I feel she
The wisdom of the man can be denied by none 
For he's the one that said

Before you go to Buffalo to Baltimore or Borneo 
To Eastern Pennsylvania or Japan
Bitch I'm ballin', bitch I'm ballin', racked up, no wallet
Keep a bad bitch in my team, I should join the league
NBA, never broke again, never going
the river roll by

And here comes that big ole prairie moon risin'
Shinin' down bright as can be
And up on the hill there's a coyote singin'
A song of Wyoming
happened in that car

You just can't love more than you can trust
Right now that's painfully clear
A girl must do just what a girl must
Watch her fly
dreamed of
I'm like a fly Malcolm X
Buy any jeans necessary
Detroit wear cleaned up
From the streets of the league
From an eighth to a key
But you graduate
Uh, uh, uh

Good morning
Good morning
Good morning
Good morning

Wake up, Mr. West, Mr. West, Mr. Fresh
Mr. By-his-self-he-so-impressed
I mean, damn,
guitar and family, move on down to Tennessee
Well, I just smile because they don't understand
But if they ever saw a sunrise on a mountain mornin'
It's 12 past midnight, don't close your eyes
Your soul's half alive, and I'll be by your side
I've come to take you there, show you how to care
Just
it 
You see I´m out of your league so just drop it. 
I know my loving can´t bring you riches on the stock market 
You´re loving can´t even fill up
By the shores of old Lake Michigan
Where the hawk wind blows so cold 
An old Cub fan lay dying
In his midnight hour, the toll

Around his bed,
all begins 
Now he waiting in the wings and Porters calling out his name 

Believe 
You can fly you can sing 
Take a leap spread your wings