| Hop in my Valiant, hit Hwy 1
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| Head on down to Hacklebarney, have me some fun
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| Up over that hill, here’s what I’ll do
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| Set there and play this old music with you
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| You are my grandpa, I’m your grandson
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| 50 years between us, feels more like one
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| We’re old as the hills and yound as the dew
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| When I set there and play this old music with you
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| Goin' down yonder. |
| Here rattler here
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| When you and I were young Maggie preacher and the bear
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| And that one we can’t remember that we always do
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| When I set there and play this old music with you
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| And when we’ve departed this music will ring
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| It’s part of the red dust, part of everything
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| Something of us I know will be here
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| WHere music is ringing, heaven is near
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| Jeeminy Criminy, where does life go?
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| Somewhere down in the holler I know
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| Where you threw your old boot
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| Where the whip-poor-will flew
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| Where I set there and play this old music with you-hoo-hoo |