me debunk an american myth? and take my life in my hands? where the great plains begin, at the hundredth meridian at the
hundredth meridian, where the great plains begin
driving down a corduroy road, weeds standing shoulder high ferris wheel is rusting off in the distance at the hundredth
meridian at the hundredth meridian at the hundredth meridian where the great plains begin
left alone to get gigantic; hard, huge and haunted a generation so much dumber than its' parents came crashing through the
window a raven strains along the line of the road, carrying a muddy, old skull the wires whistle their approval, off down the
distance at the hundredth meridian at the hundredth meridian at the hundredth meridian where the great plains begin at the
hundredth meridian at the hundredth meridian at the hundredth meridian where the great plains begin
i remember, i remember buffalo and i remember hengelo it would seem to me i remember every single f*cking thing i know
if i die of vanity, promise me, promise me, they bury me someplace i don't want to be, you'll dig me up and transport me,
unceremoniously, away from the swollen city-breeze, garbage-bag trees, whispers of disease and the acts of enormity and
lower me slowly, sadly and properly get ry cooder to sing my eulogy, at the hundredth meridian at the hundredth meridian at
the hundredth meridian where the great plains begin at the hundredth meridian at the hundredth meridian at the hundredth
meridian where the great plains begin
Yawning or Snarling Video (MV)
Performed By: Tragically Hip
Written by: GORDON DOWNIE, GORDON SINCLAIR, JOHNNY FAY, PAUL LANGLOIS, ROBERT BAKER
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me debunk an american myth? and take my life in my hands? where the great plains begin, at the hundredth meridian at the
hundredth meridian, where the great plains begin
driving down a corduroy road, weeds standing shoulder high ferris wheel is rusting off in the distance at the hundredth
meridian at the hundredth meridian at the hundredth meridian where the great plains begin
left alone to get gigantic; hard, huge and haunted a generation so much dumber than its' parents came crashing through the
window a raven strains along the line of the road, carrying a muddy, old skull the wires whistle their approval, off down the
distance at the hundredth meridian at the hundredth meridian at the hundredth meridian where the great plains begin at the
hundredth meridian at the hundredth meridian at the hundredth meridian where the great plains begin
i remember, i remember buffalo and i remember hengelo it would seem to me i remember every single f*cking thing i know
if i die of vanity, promise me, promise me, they bury me someplace i don't want to be, you'll dig me up and transport me,
unceremoniously, away from the swollen city-breeze, garbage-bag trees, whispers of disease and the acts of enormity and
lower me slowly, sadly and properly get ry cooder to sing my eulogy, at the hundredth meridian at the hundredth meridian at
the hundredth meridian where the great plains begin at the hundredth meridian at the hundredth meridian at the hundredth
meridian where the great plains begin
hundredth meridian, where the great plains begin
driving down a corduroy road, weeds standing shoulder high ferris wheel is rusting off in the distance at the hundredth
meridian at the hundredth meridian at the hundredth meridian where the great plains begin
left alone to get gigantic; hard, huge and haunted a generation so much dumber than its' parents came crashing through the
window a raven strains along the line of the road, carrying a muddy, old skull the wires whistle their approval, off down the
distance at the hundredth meridian at the hundredth meridian at the hundredth meridian where the great plains begin at the
hundredth meridian at the hundredth meridian at the hundredth meridian where the great plains begin
i remember, i remember buffalo and i remember hengelo it would seem to me i remember every single f*cking thing i know
if i die of vanity, promise me, promise me, they bury me someplace i don't want to be, you'll dig me up and transport me,
unceremoniously, away from the swollen city-breeze, garbage-bag trees, whispers of disease and the acts of enormity and
lower me slowly, sadly and properly get ry cooder to sing my eulogy, at the hundredth meridian at the hundredth meridian at
the hundredth meridian where the great plains begin at the hundredth meridian at the hundredth meridian at the hundredth
meridian where the great plains begin
Writer: GORDON DOWNIE, GORDON SINCLAIR, JOHNNY FAY, PAUL LANGLOIS, ROBERT BAKER
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Peermusic Publishing