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There's mosquitoes on the river |
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Fish are rising up like birds |
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It's been hot for seven weeks now |
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Too hot to even speak now |
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Did you hear what I just heard? |
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Say it might have been a fiddle |
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Or it could have been the wind |
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But there seems to be a beat now |
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I can feel it my feet now |
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Listen here it comes again |
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There's a band out on the highway |
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They're high steppin' into town |
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It's a rainbow full of sound |
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It's fireworks, calliopes and clowns |
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Everybody dancin' |
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Come on children, come on children |
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Come on clap your hands |
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Sun went down in honey |
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And the moon came up in wine |
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You know stars were spinnin' dizzy |
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Lord the band kept us too busy |
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We forgot about the time |
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They're a band beyond description |
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Like Jehovah's favorite choir |
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People joining hand in hand while |
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The music played the band |
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Lord they're setting us on fire |
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Crazy rooster crowin' midnight |
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Balls of lightin' roll along |
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Old men sing about their dreams |
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Women laugh and children scream |
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And the band keeps playin' on |
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Keep on dancin' through the daylight |
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Greet the mornin' air with song |
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No ones's noticed, but the band's all pack |
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And gone was it ever there at all? |
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But they keep on dancin' |
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Come on children, come on children |
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Come on clap your hands |
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Well the cool breeze came on Tuesday |
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And the corn's a bumper crop |
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And the fields are full of dancin' |
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Full of singin' and romancin' |
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The music never stopped |
