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• Artiste: Faith Hill
• Titre: My Wild Frontier
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How do I feel, well I feel so alone Like a sad armadillo Across this desert I roam I've been stripped down bare Till I break Still the wheel keeps turning Had me a sweet one, I tell no lie Summer nights in the cornfields When the corn gets so high We traveled clear across Wichita Headed north Leavin civilization And there were highways to get across And places far from here And I was his lonesome prairie And he was my wild frontier Harvested peaches in a small border town Saved all our wages, put ten percent down I never thought I'd see the world through a child's eyes Until early December Then one Calvary morning still as glass While my baby lay sleeping an angel slipped past And with one breathe said I'm takin him back to his Father in Heaven Through gravel and ice and new fallen snow I held him through my tears Because I was his lonesome prairie And he was my wild frontier Get along, get along, get along Get along, get along, get along (oh, oh, oh oh, oh) Get along, get along, get along Get along, get along, get along (oh, oh, oh oh, oh) And sometimes at night I swear I can hear him Calling out so clear He says, you were my lonesome prairie And I'm still your wild frontier Get along, get along, get along Get along, get along, get along (oh, oh, oh oh, oh) Get along, get along, get along Get along, get along, get along (oh, oh, oh oh, oh) Babe I miss you