The Pioneer Life

The dusty roads
The high winds
Struggling to pay for food
I can pay for me and you
But what would everyone else do
2 oxen die each day
If someone found out, what would others say
The native Americans aren't that nice
Their hearts are as cold as ice
What do we do for now?
We make each other's day bright, and let each other think light

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