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Red clay soil
beneath our worn out boots
Old oak trees with deep and heavy
roots
He spent six days on the sky and the sea
Then He left this valley
for you and me
Oh, look at the land He made
Underneath the pine-scented shade
Every mountain high, every river wide
He built this sanctuary for us to abide (mmmmm)
Dusty roads wind through the golden wheat
Cool creek running by our tired feet
No gold or silver
could ever compare
To the sacred soil we all get to share
Oh, look at the land He made
Underneath the pine-scented shade
Every mountain high, every river wide
He built this sanctuary for us to abide (yeah)
From the rising morning light
To the quiet of the starry night
We are keepers of the clay
Giving thanks at the end of the day (ahhhh)
This sweet land... He made for us... (hummmmmm)