| There’s a place
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| I can get to
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| Where I’m safe
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| From the city blues
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| And its green
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| And its quiet
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| Only trouble was
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| I had to buy it
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| And I’ll do anything I got to do
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| Cut my hair and shine my shoes
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| And keep on singin' the blues
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| If I can stay here in Johnny’s garden
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| As the swift bird
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| Flies over the grasses
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| Dipping now and then
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| To take his breakfast
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| Thus I come and go
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| And I travel
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| And I can watch that bird
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| And unravel
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| And I’ll do anything I got to do
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| Cut my hair and shine my shoes
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| And keep on singin' the blues
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| If I can stay here in Johnny’s garden
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| With his love
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| And his carin'
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| He puts his life
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| Into beauty sharin'
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| And his children
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| Are his flowers
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| There to give us peace
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| In quiet hours
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| And I’ll do anything I got to do
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| Cut my hair and shine my shoes
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| And keep on singin' the blues
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| If I can stay here in Johnny’s garden |