.I suppose you could lay me down to die in Illinois
Bury me beneath the rows of corn
Or in-between the maple trees I climbed on as a boy
Where in the Land of Lincoln I was born
Oh, and I recall
We rode the combines in the fall
And there comes a time
For gathering the .
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