| Finally somewhere in the country
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| A beautiful house and a beautiful wife
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| Two daughters and a chimney
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| And a little smog in the garden of my life
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| Will make us feel at home like a family
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| Like back in the city where the building are ugly
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| But the girls are pretty and the men are lovely
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| But they have no horses to ride on
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| No cloud no shame. |
| (?)
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| No fields to lie down in, in the hot sunny rain
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| I don’t know why I feel this way
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| But I know I wanna be making hay
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| In the country, yes I love my country
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| And I hope she loves me too
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| You don’t know you’re born if you’ve never mowed your lawn
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| Go out and make a salad with your own sweet corn
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| If you wanna hear some beautiful bull
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| Shake my Daisy by the horn
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| She’s that cow sitting by the pond
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| Licking up some frog spawn
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| It’s the caviar of the country
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| It’s the caviar of my life
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| Is the centre and the soul of my existence |