Dixie Chicks - Wide Open Spaces Lyrics

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Wide Open Spaces

Wide Open Spaces Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Wide Open Spaces By Dixie Chicks?
Who doesn't know what I'm talking about
Who's never left home, who's never struck out To find a dream and a life of their own A place in the clouds, a foundation of stone Many precede and many will follow A young girl's dreams no longer hollow It takes the shape of a place out west But what it holds for her, she hasn't yet guessed She needs wide open spaces Room to make her big mistakes She needs new faces She knows the high stakes She traveled this road as a child Wide eyed and grinning, she never tired But now she won't be coming back with the rest If these are life's lessons, she'll take this test She needs wide open spaces Room to make her big mistakes She needs new faces She knows the high stakes She knows the high stakes As her folks drive away, her dad yells, "Check the oil!" Mom stares out the window and says, "I'm leaving my girl" She said, "It didn't seem like that long ago" When she stood there and let her own folks know She needed wide open spaces Room to make her big mistakes She needs new faces She knows the high stakes She knows the high stakes She knows the highest stakes (wide open spaces) She knows the highest stakes She knows the highest stakes (wide open spaces) |
Who Wrote Wide Open Spaces By Dixie Chicks?
Susan Gibson
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What's The Duration Of The Wide Open Spaces By Dixie Chicks?The duration of Wide Open Spaces is 4:02 minutes and seconds. |
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