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[ Music : Rob Buck / Lyrics : Natalie Merchant ] <br /><br />Follow the typical signs, the hand-painted lines, down prairie roads. <br />Pass the lone church spire. <br />Pass the talking wire from where to who knows? <br />There's no way to divide the beauty of the sky from the wild western plains. <br />Where a man could drift, in legendary myth, by roaming over spaces. <br />The land was free and the price was right. <br /><br />Dakota on the wall is a white-robed woman, broad yet maidenly. <br />Such power in her hand as she hails the wagon man's family. <br />I see Indians that crawl through this mural that recalls our history. <br /><br />Who were the homestead wives? <br />Who were the gold rush brides? <br />Does anybody know? <br />Do their works survive their yellow fever lives in the pages they wrote? <br />The land was free, yet it cost their lives. <br /><br />In miner's lust for gold. <br />A family's house was bought and sold, piece by piece. <br />A widow staked her claim on a dollar and his name, so painfully. <br />In letters mailed back home her Eastern sisters they would moan <br />as they would read accounts of madness, childbirth, loneliness and grief.
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[ Music : Rob Buck / Lyrics : Natalie Merchant ] <br /><br />Follow the typical signs, the hand-painted lines, down prairie roads. <br />Pass the lone church spire. <br />Pass the talking wire from where to who knows? <br />There's no way to divide the beauty of the sky from the wild western plains. <br />Where a man could drift, in legendary myth, by roaming over spaces. <br />The land was free and the price was right. <br /><br />Dakota on the wall is a white-robed woman, broad yet maidenly. <br />Such power in her hand as she hails the wagon man's family. <br />I see Indians that crawl through this mural that recalls our history. <br /><br />Who were the homestead wives? <br />Who were the gold rush brides? <br />Does anybody know? <br />Do their works survive their yellow fever lives in the pages they wrote? <br />The land was free, yet it cost their lives. <br /><br />In miner's lust for gold. <br />A family's house was bought and sold, piece by piece. <br />A widow staked her claim on a dollar and his name, so painfully. <br />In letters mailed back home her Eastern sisters they would moan <br />as they would read accounts of madness, childbirth, loneliness and grief.
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