| Well, the moon just came over the tree tops
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| And the whipper wheel started to sing
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| So I slipped down the hill, got into the still
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| And drank 'til my ears started to ring
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| I followed a trail to through the hollow
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| To a shack back in the woods
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| It’s my eighteenth birthday, honey come out and play
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| It’s time we got up to no good
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| Now I ain’t afraid to be lonely
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| But I still wanna learn about love
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| I’m a hillbilly child raised in the wild
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| Come lay down on my bare skin rug
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| My dress is torn up and tattered
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| My daddy left a long time ago
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| And my hair just hangs down, I never made it to town
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| Momma said that’s where bad people go But me and my sister been talkin'
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| She’s eighteen one year older than me She laid down with a man
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| I want to understand what she says I’ll never believe
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| 'Cause I ain’t afraid to be lonely
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| But I still wanna learn about love
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| I’m a hillbilly child, been raised in the wild
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| Lay me down on your bare skin rug
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| Now I need a woman and I need a man
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| We ain’t got nobody and we ain’t even kin
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| So I ain’t afraid to be lonely
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| But I still wanna learn about love
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| I’m a hillbilly child, been raised in the wild
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| Lay me down on your bare skin rug
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| Come lay down on my bare skin |