Oh man, excitement, oh that we call it Oh a child's gonna lie on the line and we go over Oh proud and strong, we're cuttin' down our babies and mothers And leave them to die while we plant our grain and call it home Oh I swear this life we're leadin' leaves me crazy Still I should call it a home Take this sword, I said it was stolen, plan to love it like no other Oh my grand-father's saying "Oh man you charge You chagewhen the trumpet calls And blow on your flute and pound on your drum, it calls" No mother and no child could resist this pounding And drive on to the west, we will plant, we will grow, yeah Oh wait and see my heart is bleeding Still I should call it home And teach my babies, my son and my daughter, to blow this place And share it with no one, yeah Oh press hard and shout in our drunken pounding And I'll plant my wheat, I will hold my land dear I will protect my ones, I will protect my golden And I'll stand up on top and scream that I own it But what of the spirits that lie in the soil Then should I call it up out And then I will tell my son and my daughters to hold it so dear And share it with all, yeah And then I will tell my sons and my daughters to hold it dear And share it with everyone This land is your land, this land is my land From California to the New York Islands From the red wood forests to the cold stream waters This land was made for you and me *random scatting*
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