| One Big Holiday |
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| wakin up feelin good and limber |
| when the telephone it ring |
| was a bad man from california |
| tellin of a stone he’d bring |
| and of better days |
| from this town, we’d escape |
| if we holler loud and make our way |
| we’d all live one big holiday |
| so we listened and up the river |
| and recorded all the sounds |
| was some shakin and some record playin |
| all the leather kids were loud |
