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Somewhere far away where I roam |
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There live my buffalo twin in our twin buffalo home sweet home |
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And takes good care of my native son |
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He calls me by my native name |
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He even lets us drink spring water on Sundays 2.99 a gallon |
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And somewhere further down the road where I also roam |
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There lives my caterpillar cousin beneath a fancy engraved tomb head stone |
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In the middle of his southern town |
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Beneath a cemetery burial plot |
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He don't pay rent no more |
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But he sure likes the spot |
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But in the furthest place I've ever known |
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Where even I so rarely roam |
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There lives a boy who just come back from war |
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His flesh was wounded but he made it back home |
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His mother calls him by his given name |
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And the neighbors whisper how he prefers to be alone |
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And he gets nightmares about boys dripping blood sold for 2.99 a gallon |
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But when I get me all real tired |
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And I got no more strength to roam |
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I catch me a horse driven carriage ride |
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From a local man named Ethan Frome |
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He don't say much as he tips his hat |
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And he carries his body as heavy as lead |
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And he could have been flying through the snow on his sled |
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But he wife was in bed and the horses had to be fed |
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Besides it's 2.99 a story |
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Pay up it's just 2.99 a story |
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2.99 a gallon |
