| I heard my neighbor’s rooster crow
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| Early in the day
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| I heard his axe beyond the hill
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| And now I’m bound away
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| For some men love the city life
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| Some men crave the town
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| But I’ll be bound for the lonesome woods
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| Where I can settle down
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| Fiddle and a bow and the fire light’s glow
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| You can hear that lonesome sound
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| I’ll leave behind my troublin' mind
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| And go the whole world 'round
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| The red squirrel leaves when the gray squirrel comes
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| The eagle nests alone
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| A hundred miles from a wagon track
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| Is where I’ll build my home
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| Fiddle and a bow and the fire light’s glow
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| You can hear that lonesome sound
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| I’ll leave behind my troublin' mind
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| And go the whole world 'round
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| I’ve seen the old man whittlin' wood
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| I’ve seen the streets of town
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| I’ll pack my goods for the Arkansas woods
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| And there I’ll settle down
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| Fiddle and a bow and the fire light’s glow
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| You can hear that lonesome sound
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| I’ll leave behind my troublin' mind
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| And go the whole world 'round |