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NEIL YOUNG lyrics : "Big Green Country"

Across the plain
flew the lone grey rider
Leather bag

pounding on his back
Above the clouds the moon
was climbing higher

A pack of wolves wanted
their money back


With folded arms
the chief stood watching
Painted braves

slipped down the hill
In his ears
the spirit talking

As they closed in
For an easy kill


At the house
the door was wide open
Wind blew

curtains off the rod
She was waiting and hoping
She was praying to her god


He was luckier than most men
He was barely in his prime

As she stood there
in the doorway
Her long dress flowing

Would he make it this time

[solo]


Over the hill
in the big green country

That's the place where
the cancer cowboy rides
Pure as the driven snow

before it got him
Sometimes I feel like
he's all right


Sometimes I feel
like a piece of paper

Sometimes I feel
like my own name
Sometimes I feel

different later
Sometimes I feel
I feel just the same


[solo]

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