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So that's what happened? You guys are hogging all the water? It's so dry here I started feeding the bossies hay. My friend says not to lose hope, that it rained once to cover the earth. I said, "yeah, but God himself made a promise that would never happen again" 
O Nebraska Land, sweet Nebraska land, As on thy burning sod I stand, I look across the plains, And wonder why it never rains, Till Gabriel blows his trumpet sound And says the rain's just gone around.
We've reached the land of desert sweet, Where nothing grows for man to eat. The wind it blows with feverish heat Across the plains so hard to beat.
We've reached the land of hills and stones Where all is strewn with buffalo bones. O buffalo bones, bleached buffalo bones, I seem to hear your sighs and moans. We have no wheat, we have no oats, We have no corn to feed our shoats;
Our chickens are so very poor They beg for crumbs outside the door. Our horses are of bronco race;
Starvation stares them in the face. We do not live, we only stay;
We are too poor to get away. 
Even bad boys are just as good as they can be
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