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Where the tracks run is where my home is laid

Behind the roaring traffic of the road

Sitting sturdy, never to be afraid

Of the City’s different traffic modes

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This home sits in the Village of Valier

The closest city is two hours north

The transportation is the Chevrolet

Silverado that brings us back and forth

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Middle of nowhere my home sits back there

Where no one can find it and the deer rest

We can shout with joy and no one will care

This is the place to create your own nest

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Behind the railroad tracks where no one sees

Is exactly where my future will be