| Way down upon Sycamore Slough
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| A white man sings the blues
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| Selling roses of paper mache
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| With flecks of starlight dew
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| I swiped a bunch and threw it your way
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| Where hazy moonlight glowed
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| Way down down along Lazy River Road
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| Way down upon Shadowfall Ward
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| End of the avenue
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| Run, hide, seek in your own backyard
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| Mama’s backyard won’t do
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| All night long I sang Love’s Sweet Song
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| Down where the water flowed
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| Way down down along Lazy River Road
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| Moonlight wails as hound dogs bay
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| But never quite catch the tune
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| Stars fall down in buckets like rain
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| Till there ain’t no standing room
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| Bright blue boxcars train by train
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| Clatter where dreams unfold
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| Way down down along Lazy River Road
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| Way down upon Seminole Square
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| Belly of the river tide
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| Call for me and I will be there
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| For the price of a taxi ride
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| Night double-clutches into today
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| Like a truck downshifting its load
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| Way down down along Lazy River Road
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| Thread the needle
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| Right through the eye
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| The thread that runs so true
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| All the others I let pass by
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| I only wanted you
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| Never cared for careless love
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| But how your bright eyes glowed
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| Way down down along Lazy River Road |