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Way out in the pines |
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Where the tall trees grow |
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There lives a woman |
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In a house that she calls home |
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She's waiting in the door |
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In her dress so fine |
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We're gonna spend the afternoon |
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Drinking dandelion wine |
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Summertime is here, lord |
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Why did it take so long |
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Wintertime just did me in |
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Man, everything went wrong |
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But now I'm going back again |
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To the country where I'll find |
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My baby with a gallon jug |
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Of that dandelion wine |
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Kenny's on his tractor |
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And he's pulling in the hay |
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And his son Davy's got a shotgun |
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Says he'd rather it that way |
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Me, I'm just waiting |
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For that wagon to go by |
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And I'll pass them up my gallon jug |
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Of that dandelion wine |
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Sometimes I sing for money |
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Sometimes I sing for food |
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But most times I sing for nothing |
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'Cause it's all that I can do |
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But if you can spare a nickel |
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If you can spare a dime |
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I'm damn sure gonna spend it on |
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Some of that dandelion wine |
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So you can tell my city woman |
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I ain't coming back no more |
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'Cause I'm gonna have a high time |
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Without ever waiting for |
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All of my best days you just come and go |
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I'm gonna live before I die |
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So just pass me up that gallon jug |
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Of your dandelion wine |
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So just pass me up that gallon jug |
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Of your dandelion wine |
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Oh, so just pass me up your gallon jug |
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Of that dandelion wine |