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Greg Brown Other

home So why can't we treat each other right. If everyone is praying to whatever gods there may be, I'd say we all better pray to each other for forgiveness

I want my country back And a good dream to stand up for. Got my hand over my heart, But I don't feel at home here anymore Big, big flag above the big

If I had a peaceful heart It would look like this- Some trees & hills, a creek By which to kiss- The fog would be this cool, The hawk would sail that

People want that slow food Two minutes and they grouch But give me ham baked all day long And help me to the couch Help me to the sofa Put the quiet

beautiful home So why can't we treat each other right. If everyone is praying to whatever gods there may be, I'd say we all better pray to each other