| Some folks are walkin' round prayin' for rain
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| Others like the weather fair
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| Some are standin' waitin' for a summer breeze
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| I tell you that I just don’t care
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| 'Cause I’m up in the canyon
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| I’m up on a hill
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| I’m up in the canyon
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| I’m gettin' my fill
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| Some folks are sayin' that the big one’s comin'
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| To me it’s just a bucket of talk
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| Stayin' where I am and I don’t give a damn
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| 'Cause I’m sittin' on a solid rock
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| Yeah, I’m up in the canyon
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| I’m up on a hill
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| I’m up in the canyon
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| Gettin' my fill
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| And could you keep me far above
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| Where they got the factories
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| And could you keep me far above
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| Where they keep the freeways
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| And could you keep me far above
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| Where they got the autos
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| And keep me so far above
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| Where they steal the hubcaps
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| And keep me so far above
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| Far above, far above
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| All of those brown skies
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| I’m not really curious who my neighbors are
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| We’ll never be the best of friends
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| Once or twice a year if it’s a special day
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| I might send them my polite amends
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| But I’m up in the canyon
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| I’m up on a hill
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| I’m up in the canyon
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| I’m gettin' my fill
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| And could you keep me far above
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| Where they got the factories
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| And keep me so far above
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| Where they got the freeways
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| And keep me so far above
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| Where they wear the gas masks
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| And keep me so far above
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| Whee they steal the hubcaps
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| And keep me so far above
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| Far above, far above
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| All of those brown skies |