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I've grown tired of the city |
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Need to get away sometimes |
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I like the big bright lights |
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But there she's on my mind |
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I go down to George's farm |
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To rest my weary soul |
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Out in the big wide country |
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Where I want to go |
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Tell your mama and your papa |
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I've been falling down |
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And tell your brother and your sisters |
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I've done hit the ground |
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Without your sweet sweet love |
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Hard times I've done found. |
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Tell your mama and your papa |
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I've been falling down |
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Tell your brother and your sister |
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I've done hit the ground |
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Without your sweet sweet love |
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Hard times I've done found |
