Got the woodstove onAt the end of a treasured dayTake off my hat and shoesAnd I lay me downLives been lost and fortunes wonA test of the will to surviveSee where the shadow fallsAnd you stake your claimI dream of trees and roadsI roam across the hillsThe sky is big of deepest blueThe clouds like smoking trainsNews coming in goes nation wideNot a grain of truth to be heardLie to the ancient tribe in their mother tongueWreaking havoc and wrecking livesLike a ball and chain to the skullRise, see the eagle flySpirit can't be brokenI dream of trees and roadsI roam across the hillsThe sky is big of deepest blueThe clouds like smoking trainsI dream of trees and roadsI roam across the hillsThe sky is big of deepest blueThe clouds like smoking trains (and I dream)I dream of trees and roads (and I dream)I ride across the plains (and I dream)The sky is big of deepest blue (and I dream)The clouds like smoking trains (and I dream)I dream of trees and roads (and I dream)I roam across the hills
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