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There's a bright golden haze on the meadow, |
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There's a bright golden haze on the meadow, |
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The corn is as high as an elephants eye, |
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An' it looks like it's climbing clear up in the sky. |
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Oh, what a beautiful mornin', |
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Oh, what a beautiful day. |
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I got a beautiful feelin' |
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Ev'erything's goin' my way. |
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All the cattle are standin' like statues, |
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All the cattle are standin' like statues, |
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They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by, |
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But a little brown mav'rick is winkin' her eye. |
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Oh, what a beautiful mornin', |
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Oh, what a beautiful day. |
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I got a beautiful feelin' |
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Ev'erything's goin' my way. |
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All the sounds of the earth are like music |
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All the sounds of the earth are like music |
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The breeze is so busy it don't miss a tree |
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And an old weepin' willer is laughin' at me |
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Oh, what a beautiful mornin', |
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Oh, what a beautiful day. |
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I got a beautiful feelin' |
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Ev'erything's goin' my way. |
