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  • Текст песни Fred Penner - Fit

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    Blinded by the city lights
    No one can see you stallin'
    It's been so long since you've seen the prairie stars
    You're not sure you can recall them
    But there is something here for you to find
    You may have found it once and lost it now

    We used to fly through the woods
    On the backs of quarter horses
    Pickin' dandelion bouquets for our sister and our mother
    We felt like men but we were boys
    Too young to know
    That we were as free as fire

    And you're lost out in the big smoke
    Lookin' for a way home
    There are no straight paths
    There's no easy way

    Brother do you remember
    That one September morning we were shooting cans
    With dad's .22 without a worry or a warning
    You pulled the trigger down and dropped that deer
    And you looked at me with tears in your eyes

    And I never in a million years
    Thought that you'd make that shot
    And I picture you tonight, with your sights still on something so far off
    Wherever you are I hope you're being careful
    About the things you think you want

    And you're lost out in the big smoke
    Without a fire of your own
    There are no straight paths
    There's no easy way

    Last year, father and son produced twelve-hundred bussels
    Under the crow, they paid thirteen cents
    A bussel to ship it to Vancouver, fifty-hundred and sixty dollars
    Within four years they'll likely be paying twice as much
    And within a decade maybe five times as much
    If the price of grain would increase
    I suppose a guy wouldn't feel it quite so badly
    But on the horizon we don't see it, an increase
    Supposing they, ah, say that a few towns down the road
    That grain should be here
    There goes our elevator and I would think
    That twenty percent of the taxes in this town come from the elevators

    The sky is getting hazy
    It's filling up with grain dust
    And it could be in a year the bank finally gets the best of us
    But our cows are fed and the bins are full
    We're hoping to see you before the snow

    You're lost out in the big smoke
    Without a fire of your own
    There are no straight paths
    There's no easy way

    You're lost out in the big smoke
    Without a fire of your own
    There are no straight paths
    There's no easy way

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