| There’s a whipporwill in the rolling hills,
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| It’ll drive you crazy, give you the chills.
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| There’s a barn that got smaller, and the blowed out cars,
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| Beans climb up to the falling stars.
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| Why don’t you just go home,
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| Why don’t you just go home.
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| You’ve had enough wine and it’s lamplighting time,
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| Why don’t you just go home.
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| It’s always too hot except when it’s too cold,
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| The dogs is all rascals and the chickens are old.
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| God hung the moon way too low in the sky,
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| You’re always laughing except when you cry.
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| Company for supper when the day is through,
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| People talk funny, just like you.
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| New vines from the old dirt, now ain’t that sweet,
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| New songs from the old tunes to tap our feet.
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| Why don’t you just go home,
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| Why don’t you just go home.
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| The trip has been fine, now it’s lamplighting time,
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| Why don’t you just go home. |