| Some life I’ve been livin'
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| Like a song in the night
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| Good sounds every moment
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| Good news and bright lights
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| Anytime I get lonesome
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| I just got to do the things right
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| Make way for the lady
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| You can do it my son
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| Makin' hay with no gravy
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| Brings the good folk down
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| Anytime you get lonely
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| You just got to turn it around
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| This life I’ve been given
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| It don’t tell you no lies
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| Could’ve been somewhat wasted
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| How could it be otherwise
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| When the sound of the laughter
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| Brought the tears into my eyes
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| Make way for the lady
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| You can do it my son
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| Makin' hay with no gravy
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| Gets the day’s work done
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| When a blue mood gets rollin'
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| You just got to turn it around
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| Turn it around
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| Shake hands with the father
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| The son and the holy ghost
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| The impossible believers
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| And the heavenly host
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| If you must do it better
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| You just got to do it the most
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| Make way for the lady
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| You can do it my son
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| Makin' hay with no gravy
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| Brings all the good folk down
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| When a blue moon starts risin'
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| You just got to turn it around
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| Turn it around
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| Turn it around
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| Make way for the lady
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| Turn it around |