| Soon the pines will be falling everywhere
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| Village children fight each other for a share
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| And the 6:09 goes roaring past the creek
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| Deacon Lee prepares his sermon for next week
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| I saw grandma yesterday down at the store
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| Well she’s really going fine for eighty four
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| Well she asked me if sometime I’d fix her barn
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| Poor old girl she needs a hand to run the farm
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| And it’s good old country comfort in my bones
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| Just the sweetest sound my ears have ever known
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| Just an old-fashioned feeling fully-grown
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| Country comfort’s any truck that’s going home
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| Down at the well they’ve got a new machine
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| The foreman says it cuts man-power by fifteen
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| Yeah but that ain’t natural well so old Clay would say
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| You see he’s a horse-drawn man until his dying day
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| Now the old fat goose is flying cross the sticks
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| The hedgehog’s done in clay between the bricks
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| And the rocking chair’s creaking on the porch
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| Across the valley moves the herdsman with his torch |