Eat, drink, be merry, for tommorrow - we ride!
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Long ago when the century was young
and the moral of man was high
Lived a man who passed his land up to his son.
He never cared much for fortune and fame.
He never cried and he never complained.
He build his own dream with his bare hands and mind.
A simple man, but an artist of life.
And still today as i behold the old man,
i see him striving all that he can
One of these days I'll be your man
and i will fight for my family and land!
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