All I want is a piece of my own
A lot of land and some sticks
To build a home

Don't mind the dust
And the cactus he don't kill
In the morning I will drink my fill

Big black eagle heavy in the sky
I will teach my children

The white dove she don't fight

There might be no water
I will build a dam
I will have a woman
You will have a man

All I want is a place of my own
A part of you and the heart
To build a home

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Writer(s): ROBERT BROUGHTON