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Holy Ghost, Oh Great Muse, WESTERN SEER
Oh come thy Sensitive, as you are needed for your gift
Of feelin' others’ struggle and communicating
The cattle prowled and the coyotes howled
Out on the Great Divide,
I never done no wrong, just singing a song,
As down the trail I ride.
Rattle
Well saddle my pony gonna go for a ride
Where the mountains reach up 10,000 feet in the sky
Gonna follow the trail of the old buffalo
Across
ocean
And took to the western sea
The great nations of Europe in the sixteenth century
Hide your wives and daughters
Hide your groceries too
Great
ventriloquist when I throws my voice over the Western HemisFear
While my peers step over a Trail of Tears
Go get a job as a chandelier wit a glass jaw like dat
I
ocean and took to the western sea
The great nations of europe in the 16th century
Hide your wives and daughters, hide the groceries too
The great nations
Words and music by Jimmy Rodgers
Cattle prowl and the coyotes howl
Out on the Great Divide
Never done no wrong, just singin' a song
As down
Who calls,
When the western moon is pale,
Is there someone on the trail,
Who calls?
Who calls,
When the sage is silv'ry white,
Is there
At the end of the valley, great western
The sun rises and sets in her image
At the end of the valley, great western
The past is forgotten and future rewritten
been dreaming: I was hot on the
trail of Brain Man. I was in a cave high on a peninsula off
Mykonos. On the ceiling of the cave was chiseled
""The
make me have the itching foot
To get back West once more
I hate the milling herds in town
With all their soot and grime
I wouldn't trade a western trail
we
From the peaks gigantic, from the great sierras and the high
Plateaus
From the mine and from the gully, from the hunting trail we come
Pioneers! O
I rode across the great high plain
Under the scorching sun and through the driving rain
And when I set my sights on the mountains high
I bid my
of cavalry swell
Persia fell as well
And the reins of the fledgling
Empire pass to the
Third born son of the
Late great Khan
Ambitions bloom with time
treasure
That I love and admire
The trail I walk and need to follow
Is here my western heart
And the sweeping meadows as the sun sets
Is breathtaking art
to exchange
Conversation with these mortals not to play games
For real behind every great Ruck there's a Rock
The Rockness Monsta.....Dutch
[Rockness Monsta]
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