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I'm pickin' tomatoes, |
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And I do it for you. |
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I'm pickin' tomatoes |
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The whole day through. |
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I go into the field to make me some money |
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By having a good time with my honey, |
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And the sun looks over the hill. |
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I don't feel tired |
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When I see your smile, |
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Know I feel the pain |
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In my bones. |
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But I don't mind working so hard |
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For I know we'll never be apart, |
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And the sun looks over the hill. |
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I'm pickin' tomatoes, |
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And I do it for you. |
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I'm pickin' tomatoes |
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The whole day through. |
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When my bag is filled with fruit |
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I'd take a little rest in the wood, |
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And the sun is already down again, |
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And the sun is already down again, |
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And the sun is already down again. |
