| When I was just a little boy, down on the farm
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| I’d sneak a peek at the Sears catalogue, out behind the barn
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| Wishbook dreaming, hoping and scheming
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| Thinking about that picture show
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| It always takes me back, to where the rooster crows
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| Then one day there was fuzz on my face
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| I knew just what to do
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| I bought an old truck got dressed up, hit me a dance or two
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| I was looking for women, my head was a spinning
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| Searchin' high and low
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| I stayed up all night, I heard the rooster crow
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| Now you take it easy honey
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| And I’ll take it slow
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| We’ll sneak out back by the chicken shack
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| We’l' make love while the rooster crows
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| My daddy sat me down one day, just as ! |
| was fixin' to leave
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| He said, «Son I know it’s too late to tell you about the birds and the bees
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| Just remember your good times in the country
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| Your mama’s butter beans on the stove
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| You’ll be alright as long as you can remember where the rooster crows» |