paroles de chanson Will There Be Sage Brush In Heaven - The Sons of the Pioneers
                                                Will 
                                                there 
                                                be 
                                                sagebrush 
                                                in 
                                                heaven
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                will 
                                                there 
                                                be 
                                                tumbleweed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Will 
                                                there 
                                                be 
                                                corrals 
                                                where 
                                                my 
                                                old 
                                                saddle 
                                                pals
 
                                    
                                
                                                Every 
                                                night 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                moonlight 
                                                would 
                                                meet
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                counted 
                                                each 
                                                star 
                                                in 
                                                these 
                                                bright 
                                                western 
                                                skies
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rare 
                                                beauty 
                                                is 
                                                all 
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                see
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                the 
                                                red 
                                                river 
                                                flows 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                sweetest 
                                                flower 
                                                grows
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                heaven, 
                                                what 
                                                more 
                                                could 
                                                there 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                Will 
                                                there 
                                                be 
                                                sagebrush 
                                                in 
                                                heaven
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                will 
                                                there 
                                                be 
                                                tumbleweed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Acres 
                                                of 
                                                grain 
                                                and 
                                                wide 
                                                open 
                                                plains
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                more 
                                                up 
                                                in 
                                                heaven 
                                                can 
                                                there 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                counted 
                                                each 
                                                star 
                                                in 
                                                these 
                                                bright 
                                                western 
                                                skies
 
                                    
                                
                                                Rare 
                                                beauty 
                                                is 
                                                all 
                                                    I 
                                                can 
                                                see
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                the 
                                                red 
                                                river 
                                                flows 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                sweetest 
                                                flower 
                                                grows
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                heaven, 
                                                what 
                                                more 
                                                could 
                                                there 
                                                be
 
                                    
                                
                                                Will 
                                                there 
                                                be 
                                                sagebrush 
                                                in 
                                                heaven
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                will 
                                                there 
                                                be 
                                                tumbleweed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Acres 
                                                of 
                                                grain 
                                                and 
                                                wide 
                                                open 
                                                plains
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                more 
                                                up 
                                                in 
                                                heaven 
                                                can 
                                                there 
                                                be
 
                                    
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