Michael Martin Murphey – Corn Water And Wood (Guitar)

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I was in the arroyo gatherin' strays

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You know Cowboys and cattle don't get holidays

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I would have been finished except for one little guy

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Who kept leading me farther away

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He went up the mesa, across the ravine

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Past the Indian ruins and the muddy red stream

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So I stopped for a spell, 'cause I was bone tired

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And I guess that I started to dream

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I saw three painted horses, three dark skinned men

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And masks made of clay and voices like wind

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Singing we seek the soul, of all that is good

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We come bearing corn, water and wood

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Stop and behold, all that is good

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Give thanks for the corn, water and wood

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Now I'm an old trail hound and I've always believed

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Your boots and your saddle are all that you need

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No miracles happen, no angels appear

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But I swear three men were standing there

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I shook myself over, had I been asleep

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That's just three Pueblo children, tending their sheep

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And they yelled Merry Christmas, as they brought me my stray

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And their voices rang through the mesquite

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Singing we seek the soul, of all that is good

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We come bearing corn, water and wood

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Stop and behold, all that is good

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Give thanks for the corn, water and wood

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Singing we seek the soul, of all that is good

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We come bearing corn, water and wood

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Stop and behold, all that is good

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Give thanks for the corn, water and wood