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» Anamosa


He was alone the day he was born

Iowa's Son - A Stone City one - Lost on that highway

Route 151 - Easy riding into the Sun

(Chorus)One step over the border - Just about to cross the line - Runnin like a renegade - runnin out of time

kissin that Farmers Daughter - The girl is second to none

18 miles to the county line and the Farmers got a gun

The was corn in the meadow ,silo and a grave

Lived Anamosa the Indian slave- She had a pony - name was White Fawn - ride him to freedom just before dawn.

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Down in a quarry through these Shadowlands - Far from the

hangin tree they ride

Star crossed lovers should we leave this world behind

high above the river we'll fly

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