| Now, we won’t have to worry
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| 'bout Rockette Morton with any of those girls
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| Rockette Morton takes off again into the wind
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| What do you run on, Rockette Morton?
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| (Say beans)
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| I run on beans, I run on laser beans
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| When I get lonesome, the wind begin to moan
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| When I trip, fallin' ditch
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| Somebody wanna' throw the dirt right down
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| When I feel like dying the sun come out
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| Stole my fear 'n gone
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| Who’s afraid of the spirit with the blues-fer-bones?
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| Who’s afraid of the fallin' ditch?
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| Fallin' ditch ain’t gonna get my bones
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| How’s that for the spirit?
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| How’s that for the things?
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| It ain’t my fault the thing’s gone wrong
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| Oh when I’m smilin' my face wrinkles up real warm
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| Oh when I’m frownin' things just turn to stone
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| Fallin' ditch ain’t gonna get my bones
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| Oh when I get lonesome the wind begin to moan
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| Fallin' ditch ain’t gonna get my bones |