| The sun slither down behind the sycomore tree,
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| The wind rolled in to cool me about there grins,
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| It’s been to hot mama, you know it’s been to warm,
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| It will be alright when the summer is gone, oh yeah.
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| The fish ain’t been biting but my hook is wet,
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| Ain’t seen no rain since the day I left,
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| Take a drink of water when your throat is dry,
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| I’m gonna sit on the dam all through the night, yeah lord.
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| Hear the bullfrogs croaking all around the pond,
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| Sounds just like a concert down in New Ville Orleans,
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| Streams through the forest just like the blood in my arms,
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| And I see you in everything, I do.
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| Boy I pack my bags, I hit the road,
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| I own a streatch of land, got me a Fish and Hold,
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| Gonna sit right here until I clear my head,
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| Guz I see you in everything, yeah I do.
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| But I love you now, just like I loved you then,
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| I’m getting a little too old to try and pretend,
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| There will be another to compare with you,
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| Guz I see you in everything, I do.
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| Bit there are no answers, its just a road you’re on,
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| If you don’t open up your eyes, soon it will all be gone,
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| Breez through the forest, just like the breath in my lungs,
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| Now I see you in everything. |