| There are always just a few pebbles
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| In the middle of a stream
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| When it’s trying to be a flowing mother
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| Oh she blows she blows
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| Nobody knows
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| Oh there she goes
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| Nobody knows
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| Then along comes a little tiny
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| Animal nipping a
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| Few drops out of her side
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| Just a few drops from her side
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| She can run
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| She could stay
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| But the days not right and so she’s gonna move
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| Let me tell you gonna move
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| Let me tell you how I’m gonna move along
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| Out away
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| But ahhhh
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| There’s a man come along with a jacket on
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| Long gun in his hand
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| I said there was a man coming on
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| With a red jacket on
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| And a big long gun in his hand
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| Got a sledge hammer
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| All he needs is one head
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| Just one sledge hammer baby and all
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| All them animals is dead
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| Yeah dead
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| But why not keep the little animals alive?
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| Why not?
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| I say why not?
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| And don’t you worry 'bout being sentimental honey
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| They’re just an animal you want to keep alive
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| Keep alive
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| And give it to you what I have
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| Give it to me
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| Give to you yeah
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| And give it to me
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| Oh
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| You know how good it feels when somebody gives it to you
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| Yeah, it feels good when somebody gives it to you
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| Gives it to you right here
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| Tell me how it feels
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| When somebody gives it to you good
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| Oh you could listen
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| To a thousand different reasons
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| Why you can’t go |