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    How do I feel, well I feel so alone
    Like a sad armadillo across the desert I roam
    I've been stripped down, bare, 'til 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've traveled clear across Wichita headin' 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 Calgary morning, still as glass
    While my baby lay sleeping, an angel slipped past
    With one breath said I'm taking 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
    Get along, get along, get along
    Get along, get along, get along
    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

    Babe I miss you

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