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Dawson |
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Old man Noll was a mean old soul, he lived across the hill |
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I didn't know him very well and now I never will |
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He had some sheep that grazed his land and he was very old |
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And all the kids would stay away, we knew he was a scold. |
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Yeah, but our best tree house was on his hill |
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And our navy sailed on his pond |
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The years have only brought me pain |
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Now I'm sad the old man's gone. |
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'Cause now the freeway rolls where old man Noll |
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Used to run his sheep in the meadow |
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And as you drive by if you really try |
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You still can see his shadow. |
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Now, old man Noll was a mean old soul, at least the kids thought so |
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But we were much, much younger then and now I just don't know |
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The way it was when it was his, the land was clear and free |
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The land was life and with his wife was all that he could see. |
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So when the houses came and brought |
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The kids who thought he was mean |
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I think that now at last I see |
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How sad he must have been. |
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'Cause now the freeway rolls where old man Noll |
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Used to run his sheep in the meadow |
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And as you drive by if you really try |
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You still can see his shadow |
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Yeah, you still can see his shadow. |
