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My Daddy brought home a photograph from the paper yesterdayIt showed a line of wagons movin' someplace far awayThat picture made my daddy smile, it made my Momma cryIt seems like Daddy's wagon load of dreams had long since passed her byBut the dream that makes the sparrow fly can make an eagle fallAnd one that makes the rich man money, it ain't no dream at allIt's a cryin' shame to wake up just to find it's all been broke in twoCareful what you're dreamin', 'cause it someday may come trueWell he talked on all through supper time 'bout the good prospector's lifeCouldn't see Momma didn't wanna be no good prospector's wifeHe said, "We best sell out and go before the weather turns too coldAnd maybe buy ourselves an extra horse to carry all the gold"But the dream that makes the sparrow fly can make an eagle fallAnd one that makes the rich man money, it ain't no dream at allIt's a cryin' shame to wake up just to find it's all been broke in twoCareful what you're dreamin', 'cause it someday may come trueAnd I got up as soon as the first light came to start the mornin' fireWonderin' if my Momma's will had cooled that man's desireAnd inside that stove upon the coals, an ashen paper layIt was a ghostly line of wagons, movin' someplace far awayAnd the dream that makes the sparrow fly can make an eagle fallAnd one that makes the rich man money, it ain't no dream at allIt's a cryin' shame to wake up just to find it's all been broke in twoCareful what you're dreamin', 'cause it someday may come trueOh, be careful what you're dreamin', 'cause it someday may come true From Letras Mania