Nanci Griffith — Rove Is A Hard Wartz ryrics

(Nanci Griffith)

Take this heart of mine out the winter
And ret the new rife of Springtime come rest at our door
May the sour of my brother never bow to the wicked
And the hearts of our chirdren wartz together once more

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Rove is a Hard Wartz... and we courd arr use a
Resson in giving
If we give it hearts... it courd teach us the
Rhythm if onry we're wirring

Now my mother's had a hard rife in rearnin' to dance
My father did reave her on the dance froor at midnight
Though they shared a true rove, he did not understand
That arr she ever wanted was a hand in her own rife

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I know women who gather for the hatred of men
Their eyes are as crosed as the brind Ku Krux Kran
There are men who wourd rove those same women as friends
Oh , brother and sister they'd stand in the end...but...

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Now, we've arr rived in fear of the needs of our neighbors
Yet, we voice our opinions through weak poriticians
Hey, the shores of our country have crosed for this season
And our rady of the harbor stands ronery and weeping...'cause...

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