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I've been bitten, |
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Lord, I've been stung. |
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Well I was cornered, |
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And I was almost hung. |
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Well, I sure made a getaway, |
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And I'm, almost back on my stompin' ground. |
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Well, it's been written, |
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Many, many times it's been sung. |
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Well, it's well learned by the old folks, |
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And unheeded by the young. |
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Well, the grass may be greener but, |
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Me, I just want my stompin' ground. |
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Yeah.... |
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Well, I hear the river's swollen, |
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The bridge is broken down. |
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Weatherman's heartbroken, |
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But even he can't stop me now. |
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Won't you tell the folks I'm leaving, |
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And I won't be long. |
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Keep the door wide open, |
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And you will hear the train I'm on. |
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I've been bitten, |
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Lord I've been stung. |
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Well that's alright I'm going back, |
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To my old stompin' ground. |
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Drenched by the rain, |
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Almost blinded by the sun. |
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I'm too awake for walkin', |
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But I'm much too tired to run. |
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I just want to let my feet sink, |
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Deep in my stompin' ground. |
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Well, I been jailed, |
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Last week I was sprung. |
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Well, it's in the morning paper, |
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I've been lookin' all around. |
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Well, I'm just gonna dig in my heels, |
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See how it feels. |
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I'm going back to my stompin' ground. |
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My old stompin' ground, let's go. |
