| Said the momma t' the baby in the corn
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| You are my first born
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| You shall here on in be known as The Spotlight Kid
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| 'N the mornin' cry of the rooster
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| The baby lay alone
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| 'N the old cow in the green grass
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| Shed white tears in the red hot sun
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| 'N The Spotlight Kid stood under the moon that evenin'
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| Givin' her alibis 'n eatin' her a la modes
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| 'N the ice cream man searchin' high 'n low
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| For his a la modes foe his a la modes
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| 'N the green frogs croakin' around his abode
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| 'N the mud cat pond by the old willow road
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| All night the village waited 'n The Spotlight Kid never showed
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| She was up on the mountain
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| Tellin' her alibis 'n eatin' her a la modes
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| Momma still knew she was the one
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| She was the one who stole the pie from old Momma Eye
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| Window bare rockin' chair groanin' like ah grizzly bear
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| 'N the ice cream man searchin' high 'n low
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| For his a la modes for his a la modes
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| All night the village waited 'n The Spotlight Kid never showed
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| She was up on the mountain tellin' her alibis
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| 'N eatin' her a la modes |