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The road,
It's home,
At least for now, the river's low
Wake me, please wake me,
It's cold and warm on the prairie freeway
All the time I needed your approval to be me
All that time spent waiting for the jury duty...
More than ever I needed Mora
More than Mora means...
Be whatever you must be to get by
It's oil, It's wheat, It's soil, It's meat
It's beef!
The road, it's home, the mountain high, river low...
Wake me, please wake me,
When it's my turn to drive
Only the lonely (and maybe John Denver) know the Canadian freeway.
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