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Some folks are walkin' round prayin' for rain |
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Others like the weather fair |
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Some are standin' waitin' for a summer breeze |
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I tell you that I just don't care |
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'Cause I'm up in the canyon |
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I'm up on a hill |
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I'm up in the canyon |
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I'm gettin' my fill |
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Some folks are sayin' that the big one's comin' |
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To me it's just a bucket of talk |
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Stayin' where I am and I don't give a damn |
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'Cause I'm sittin' on a solid rock |
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Yeah I'm up in the canyon |
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I'm up on a hill |
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I'm up in the canyon |
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Gettin' my fill |
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And could you keep me far above where they got the factories |
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And could you keep me far above where they keep the freeways |
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And could you keep me far above where they got the autos |
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And keep me so far above where they steal the hubcaps |
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And keep me so far above, far above, far above |
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All of those brown skies |
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I'm not really curious who my neighbors are |
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We'll never be the best of friends |
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Once or twice a year if it's a special day |
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I might send them my polite amends |
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But I'm up in the canyon |
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I'm up on a hill |
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I'm up in the canyon |
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I'm gettin' my fill |
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And could you keep me far above where they got the factories |
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And keep me so far above where they got the freeways |
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And keep me so far above where they wear the gasmasks |
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And keep me so far above whee they steal the hubcaps |
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And keep me so far above, far above, far above |
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All of those brown skies |
