| I’m headed off to Ol' Shoshone
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| Where the birds and the bees won’t know me
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| Men and war won’t exist no more
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| And there ain’t no gals to keep no score
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| I’m taking off for the woods
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| To a place where there ain’t no shoulds
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| Don’t need no books, I’ll ponder the ponderosas
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| Don’t need no lady, I’ll marry the mariposas
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| Can’t waste no time in gettin' there
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| I’ll do eighty down eighty without a prayer
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| Don’t need no gal, I’ll spruce up for the spruces
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| Don’t need no pal, I’ll change my mood for the mooses
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| I’m headed off to Ol' Shoshone
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| Where the birds and the bees won’t know me
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| Men and war won’t exist no more
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| And there ain’t no gals to keep no score
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| And if you’re wandering where’s my ass been
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| It’s been cavorting amongst the aspens
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| Don’t need no grass, I’ll get altered among the alders
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| Don’t need no mass, I’ll grovel before the boulders
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| I’m headed off to Ol' Shoshone
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| Where the birds and the bees won’t know me
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| Men and war won’t exist no more
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| And there ain’t no gals to keep no score
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| I’m headed off to Ol' Shoshone
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| Where the elk and the owls won’t know me
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| Where there ain’t no judges to whom I gotta plea
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| Because I can be me in Ol' Shoshone. |