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: : : Follow the typical signs, the hand painted lines down prairie roads : :
: Pass the lone church spire, pass the talking wire from where to who knows? : : Gsus4/D : There's no way to divide the beauty of the sky from the : :
: wild western plains. Where a man could drift in legendary myth by : : G7sus4/D : roaming over spaces The land was free : : G7sus4/D : and the price was right Dakota on the wall is a : : : white robed woman tall yet maidenly. Such power in her hand as she hails : : : the wagon man's family. I see Indians that crawl through this mural that : : : recalls our history. : : :Verse 2: Who were the homestead wives? Who were the gold rush brides? : Does anybody know? Do their works survive their yellow fever lives in : pages they wrote? The land was free yet it cost their lives. : In miner's lust for gold a family's house was bought and sold, piece by piece. : A widow staked her claim on a dollar and his name, so painfully. : In letters mailed back home, her Eastern sisters they would moan as they : would read : : : accounts of madness, childbirth, loneliness, and grief : : : accounts of madness, childbirth, loneliness, and grief (repeat several times) : :Ending : :