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I was freezing on the banks of Platte River And I was thinking of General Custer and his last stand And I bowed my head, what has he done He’s got my freedom on the run
I was thinking how they shot Mister Lincoln And I remember all the mountains that he made And I bowed my head, what have they done They’ve got my freedom on the run
The River is wide and it’s wicked But it ends where there’s peace for one and all
I was thinking of the measure of my weakness Like so many I condemn and do not know And I bowed my head, what have we done We've got our freedom on the run
The River is wide and it’s wicked But it ends where there’s peace for one and all |
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