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This proud wild land where the wind blows free |
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Has always been a part of me |
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It's in my blood, I just can't get it out |
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For a hundred miles a man can see |
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And be about as wild as he wants to be |
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If he feels like shouting all he's gotta do is shout |
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Where the purple mountains reach up high |
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And look like they're gonna touch the sky |
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Where the canyon walls have stood for a million years |
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Where the days are hot, the nights are cold |
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The desert sand looks just like gold |
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These trails were carved in sweat and blood and tears |
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Where the painted desert as you pass by |
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Looks like a rainbow in the sky |
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The cactus blooms in the early morning sun |
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Where the nightwings sing and eagles fly |
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The clouds paint pictures in the sky |
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The coyotes howl tells you when the day is done |
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I'm coming home, this time I'm gonna stay |
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I'm coming home and I ain't never goin' away |
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My feet are itching to get back home |
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I've had the desert fever since I've been gone |
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I need some loving so bad that I can't see |
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When a woman looks a man in the eye |
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You know it takes a man to satisfy |
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Thinking about them girls is killing me |
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I'm going home, going home |
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Going home, I'm going home |
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Going home, going home |
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Going home |