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Dirt Of The Land
I declare my life is good
Cross my fingers and knock on wood
I'm sitting right here with the ones I love
With a big blue sky as a blanket up above
To what do I owe my happiness?
I must confess it's anyone's guess
I gave up trying to understand
When I cut my hand on the dirt of the land
I got tired of ringing at the devil's bell
And dropping my hopes in the wishing well
I bought a one-way ticket and a business suit
I jumped out of a plane without a parachute
I landed in a field of goldenrod
I was standing in front of a firing squad
I gave up thinking I was in command
When I cut my hand on the dirt of the land
It's all right. It's okay. I wouldn't have it any other way.
It's all right. It's okay. I'm out of fashion in a passion play.
It's all right. It's okay. I wouldn't have it any other way.
It's all right. It's okay. I just take it as it comes to me day by day.
I declare my life is good
Cross my fingers and knock on wood
I'm sitting right here with the ones I love
While the man in the moon is winking up above
To what do I owe my happiness?
I must confess it's anyone's guess
I gave up trying to understand
When I cut my hand on the dirt of the land
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When I cut my hand on the dirt of the land
I gave up trying to understand
I must confess it's anyone's guess
To what do I owe my happiness?
While the man in the moon is winking up above
I'm sitting right here with the ones I love
Cross my fingers and knock on wood
I declare my life is good
It's all right. It's okay. I just take it as it comes to me day by day.
It's all right. It's okay. I wouldn't have it any other way.
It's all right. It's okay. I'm out of fashion in a passion play.
It's all right. It's okay. I wouldn't have it any other way.
When I cut my hand on the dirt of the land
I gave up thinking I was in command
I was standing in front of a firing squad
I landed in a field of goldenrod
I jumped out of a plane without a parachute
I bought a one-way ticket and a business suit
And dropping my hopes in the wishing well
I got tired of ringing at the devil's bell
When I cut my hand on the dirt of the land
I gave up trying to understand
I must confess it's anyone's guess
To what do I owe my happiness?
With a big blue sky as a blanket up above
I'm sitting right here with the ones I love
Cross my fingers and knock on wood
I declare my life is good
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