Mother nature comforts us Embraces to her breast Fields of gold and icy plains We feel her great caress Cocooned by earthly majesty A cosmic jewel
with no health care We both had dreams of being great But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shaped It's fate, it wasn't my choice to make To be great
Right proudly high over Dublin Town they hung out the flag of war 'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky than at Sulva or Sud El Bar And from the plains
Get up and get over Any old particular place Get up and get over Ain't nobody dragging me down (nobody, nobody) Don't you know that Hey, it's a great
grip with all these broken fingers Today I don't feel pretty, and I'm tired of trying to fit right in, don't think that your so great, cause being great
'm in the kitchen With the tombstone blues. Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief Saying, "Tell me great
'm in the streets With the tombstone blues Well, John the Baptist after torturing a thief Looks up at his hero the Commander-in-Chief Saying, "Tell me great
everyday And that brought him home books on the black cowboys of the Oklahoma range The Seminole scouts that fought the tribes of the Great Plains Summer
He rode the rails since the Great Depression Fifty years out on the skids He said 'You don't cross nobody You'll be all right out here kid.' Left my
dreads for my floor mop Gay or straight, my Papermate'll do a date rape Zee can't wait, I'll go Great Bank on a blank tape Lost like Spigg Nice
plain old Marshall to me" Ooh ya' girl run that game "Hailie Jade, I love that name, love that tatoo, what's that say" "Rot in pieces, uh, that's great
up in my neighborhood [Chorus:] The neighborhood ain't the same no more Used to ride the bus now we ride on tour Used to dress plain now we on the plane
I don't speak out as plain as day? And, fellow Texans, I'm for progress and the flag- long may it fly. I'm a poor boy, come to greatness. So, it follows
Returning to our silver screens Comic book characters never grow old Evergreen heroes whose stories were told Oh the great sequin cowboy who sings of the plains
but there is day and night Then she learns on his neck and whispers low Whither thou goest I will go And they turn as one the head for the plain No
