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n the old days when the wheels wentround and round
Through a wagon trench I called thishome
And out here on these new trails we'veblazed
Watching buffalo herd and windmills sway
And still these paths do run wild
But now the concrete slabs make roads ofmile
D
Id the wealthiest always get therefirst
They could afford to journey on and on
Amazed at what we've come from
And found along the way the wheels don'tturn much different
Only the roads have changed
A freeway never seemed so strange
Rushing back an forht from a life that Ican't explain
In the old days when the wheels wentround and round
Through a wagon trench I called thishome
Watching buffalo herds and windmills
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