| Into the woods with a pack and a blade
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| A cigar box medkit, retractable spade
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| Flint and steel
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| Pine needle bed
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| There ain’t nothig like the woods
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| To clear your head
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| I got a real nice piece
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| With a handle of bone
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| A good friend to have
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| When you’re out on you’re own
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| But you don’t miss twice…
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| When you’re shavin' with a knife
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| Coarse grain sandpaper on my face
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| Felt my neck and reached for my blade
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| Thought I’d try my hand at the barber’s trade
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| When you’ve got a knife, you’ve got it made
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| Bathing in the river, it ain’t half bad
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| Ya get a cool drink while you’re takin' a bath
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| Stick your blade in the water and there’s you lather, yeah
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| But you don’t miss twice…
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| When you’re shavin' with a knife
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| Stubble’s comin' in strong
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| Scratch your soft skin raw
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| Like a mean mutt
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| With a razor maw
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| Swipe along my neck
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| And against my jaw, mmm hmm
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| Blood’s just blood
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| No need to fuss
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| Or get your shorts in a bunch
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| And cuss and cuss
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| Still you don’t miss twice…
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| When you’re shavin' with a knife
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| But you don’t miss twice…
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| When you’re shavin'
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| When you’re shavin'
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| When you’re shavin' with a knife |