| Sitting down on a country fence post
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| Sitting down watchin’trucks roll by Sitting down under the light of day now
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| You know that I won’t tell you no lies
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| I’ve been here for an hour or so And nothing much is going down
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| I don’t care much anyway
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| Because you know I’ve been around
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| Here on the edge of the green fields growing
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| And the sunlight warming all around
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| And the blowing of the early mist in the morning
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| You know that I don’t hear a sound
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| Till once in a while, when a truck rolls by,
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| Carrying a overload
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| I don’t wanna go nowhere right now
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| I feel like my future sold
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| Stand on the good land children
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| You know that it won’t do you in I must have been here one time before
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| But I wonder where the hell I’ve been
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| Early in the morning when the sun comes up And I’m walkin’all around the field
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| Thinkin’to myself about the city life scenes
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| And man you know they ain’t for real
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| All you got to do is stick your foot in your mouth
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| And tell it where you want to go End up talkin’to yourself some time
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| Alone along a country road
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| Stand on the good land children
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| I feel like I’m bound to stay
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| And do the same this morning
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| Like I went and did yesterday
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| Stand on the good land children
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| You know that it won’t do you in I must have been here one time before
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| But I wonder where the hell I’ve been |