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by Alison Krauss and Union Station
EMy father was a Dsus2farmer,
Ebut his head was in the Dsus2sky.
EHe worked every day but Dsus2Sunday
till the day he Adied. Dsus2 A
EHe prayed for rain and Dsus2thunder,
Eand listened for the Dsus2sound.
EIn the dryers he went Dsus2under,
he never got off the Aground. Dsus2 A
EWe all dream when we're Dsus2younger
Ethat we will to great Dsus2things.
EMe, I used to have a Dsus2hunger.
to wear a pilot's Awings. Dsus2 A
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EBut the circles that I Dsus2ran in
Eturned my head aDsus2round,
Eand the planes I had my Dsus2plans in
never got off the Aground. Dsus2 A
CDon't raise your hopes;
you Ahear so many say
"The Chigher they get,
the Gcloser they are to EflyDsus2-ing aAway."
EFly Dsus2high aAway!
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CDon't raise your hopes;
you Ahear so many say
"The Chigher they get,
the Gcloser they are to EflyDsus2-ing aAway."
EThey say they're but for Dsus2fortune,
Eis the way it would have Dsus2been
Eif we could take a bigger Dsus2portion,
and fill our hands aAgain. Dsus2 A
EYou see them on the Dsus2sidewalks
Ein the parks all over Dsus2town;
Ethose who've taken Dsus2flight,
but Enever got off the Dsusground.
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