| My sisters and brothers they hated so bad
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| To see me go west like someone gone mad
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| To leave all my loved ones and kiss them goodbye
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| Just hoping I’d see them in the sweet by-and-by
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| California promised heaven
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| (All the leaves are brown)
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| A heaven we could not deny
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| (And the sky is grey)
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| But the dust we’re running from still stalks us in the night
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| And all we’ve found is a bitter lie
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| With our lives on our back, beat a path in the earth
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| Just hoping that we’d find blue skies and work
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| The farmlands and sawmills worked fine for a time
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| But with the father’s death came our decline
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| He that would the daughter win
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| Must with the mother first begin
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| Diligence is the mother of good luck
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| Diligence is the mother of good luck
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| They don’t need to know my name
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| Hide their faces, spare my children the shame
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| Where is the children’s father
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| Sacrificed on or left to the altar
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| Where is the life I was promised?
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| Best left unasked and best left unwanted
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| How did they end up here?
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| What are they going to do?
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| How did they end up here?
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| What are they going to do?
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| He that would the daughter win
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| Must with the mother first begin
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| Diligence is the mother of good luck
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| Diligence is the mother of good luck
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| California promised heaven
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| (All the leaves are brown)
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| A heaven we could not deny
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| (And the sky is grey)
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| But I’ll deny most anything
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| Rags and riches, gods and kings
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| Just need to feel the wheels underneath me |