| When I was a child my family would travel
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| Down to western Kentucky where my parents were born
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| And there's a backwards old town that's often remembered
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| So many times that my mem'ries are worn.
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| And daddy won't you take me back to Muglenberg County
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| Down by the Green River where paradise lay
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| Well, I'm sorry my child but you're too late in askin'
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| Mr. Peabody's coal train has hauled it away.
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| Well, sometimes we traveled right down the Green River
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| By the abandoned old prison down by Adrie Hill
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| Where the air smelled like snakes and we'd shoot with the pistols
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| But empty pop bottles was all we would kill.
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| And daddy won't you take me back to Muglenberg County
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| Down by the Green River where paradise lay
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| Well, I'm sorry my child but you're too late in askin'
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| Mr. Peabody's coal train has hauled it away.
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| Then the coal company came with the world's largest shovels
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| They tortured the timber and they stripped all the land
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| Well they dug for the coal till the land was forsaken
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| Then we wrote it all down as the progress of man.
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| And daddy won't you take me back to Muglenberg County
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| Down by the Green River where paradise lay
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| Well, I'm sorry my child but you're too late in askin'
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| Mr. Peabody's coal train has hauled it away.
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| Mr. Peabody's coal train has hauled it away... |