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Clouds so swift, rain won't lift |
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Gate won't close railings froze |
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Get your mind off wintertime |
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You ain't goin' nowhere |
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Oo-ee, ride me high tomorrow's |
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The day my bride's gonna come |
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Oh no, are we gonna fly down |
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In the easy chair? |
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I don't care, how many letters they sent |
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Morning came and morning went |
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Pick up your money and pack up your tent |
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You ain't goin' nowhere |
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Oo-ee, ride me high tomorrow's |
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The day my bride's gonna come |
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Oh no, are we gonna fly down |
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In the easy chair? |
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Buy me a flute and a gun |
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That shoots tailgates and substitutes |
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Strap yourself to the tree with roots |
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You ain't goin' nowhere |
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Oo-ee, ride me high tomorrow's |
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The day my bride's gonna come |
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Oh no, are we gonna fly down |
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In the easy chair? |
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Genghis Khan, he could not keep |
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All his kings supplied with sleep |
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We'll climb that hill no matter how steep |
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Just as soon as we get |
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The hell up to it and everybody says |
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Whoo-ee, ride me high tomorrow's |
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The day my bride's gonna come |
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Oh, no are we gonna fly down |
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In the easy chair? |
