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Dwight Yoakam Down Where The River Bends

of my eyes. For this might be our last goodbye. Your country calls you to defend a great land, So do your part just like a man. Down where the river bends

Down where the river bends, With God's help we'll meet again. Under the same old sycamore tree, Proud of each other in the land of the free. I'll go down