Lyrics

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Missouri River it flows, down to the valley he goes
His only possession is his family and fortune, a father, a farmer and a friend

The dust clouds come in over the hills
You can hear the sound of horses and men and all the crops lost their yield
In autumn the bill collectors come, one by one

Arthur, you don't have to sell, you don't have to give up your land
Arthur, you don't have to sell, you don't have to give up your land
It's a great big world, it's a great big depression, but Arthur, you don't have to sell

She waits by the side of the road
She waves to her children as they go off to work for money
Or off to war, to sacrifice
Victoria, Victoria, you don't have to give up your diamonds and gold
Victoria, Victoria, you don't have to give up your diamonds and gold

No, no, no, no