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When the sun comes up on a sleepy little town |
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Down around San Antone |
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And the folks are risin' for another day |
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'Round about their home |
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The people of the town are strange |
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And they're proud of where they came |
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Well, you're talking 'bout Ch-China Grove, whoa ho ho |
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Whoa, ho, China Grove |
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Well, the preacher and the teacher |
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Lord, they're a caution |
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They are the talk of the town |
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When the gossip gets to flyin' |
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And they ain't lyin' |
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When the sun goes fallin' down |
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They say that the Father's insane |
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And dear Missus Perkin's a game |
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We're talkin' 'bout Ch-China Grove, whoa ho ho |
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Whoa, ho, China Grove |
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But every day there's a new thing comin' |
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The ways of an Oriental view |
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The sheriff and his buddies with their samurai swords |
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You can even hear the music at night |
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And though it's a part of the Lone Star State |
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The people don't seem to care |
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They'll just keep on lookin' to the east |
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A-talkin' 'bout Ch-China Grove, whoa ho ho |
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Whoa, ho, China Grove |
