Wide Open Spaces By Ed Burleson rmofle at satx.rr.com 12/28/2004 I dream of Like Texas, family and home I think about all the time I spent sittinâ?? under an oak tree And smelling the fresh air Lord and feelinâ?? the breeze I think about all the people livinâ??, always takinâ??, never givinâ?? With no care for a brother man or his need Chorus Solo Now the hills hold the highways, planes fill the skyways It seems everythingâ??s been touched by a manâ??s progress Yeah if progress is what t (azchords.com)