Sunrise over the Sangre de Cristos

By Mike McNeil

I love this land the young man said

They had come out west now that the south was dead

The carpet baggers had sealed their fate

They got out before it was too late

Paper money comes and goes, with land to work you're never poor

I love this land the young man said

Wall Stree had crashed the economy was dead

The great depression had sealed their fate

Now the country could only wait

Paper money comes and goes, with land to work you're never poor

I love this land the young man said

Back from the war, most of his friends dead

World War Two had sealed their fate

Now he was home to a country so great

Paper money comes and goes, with land to work you're never poor

I'll sell this land the young man said

I can do this now that my father's dead

Greed and developers had sealed his fate

He found out after it was too late

Paper money comes and goes, with land to work you're never poor

Copywright 1998 Mike McNeil

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