The Redtail Hawk writes songs across
the sky There's music in the waters flowing
by And you can hear a song each time
the wind sighs In the golden rolling
hills of California
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said goodbye My cabin's been as lonesome
as cry There's comfort
in the clouds
drifting by In the golden rolling hills
of California
A neighbor came today to lend a hand As
I fixed the road as best I can It's just
something that need a man's hand In
the golden rolling hills of California
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