| well gather round people
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| and listen to this
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| i am a hermit of burial ridge
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| once i was shaven and worked every day
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| but the call of the wild just lured me away
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| singing hi hi ho it’s a water a day
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| on my way to an unmarked grave
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| hi hi ho it’s a water a day
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| on my way to an unmarked grave
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| there’s pals at my table and mud on the floor
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| there’s bears in the area and wolves at the door
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| their singing a song about cookie mcbride
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| who goes out a-trapping and then tails their hide
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| hi hi hey it’s a water a day
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| on my way to an unhappy grave
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| hi hi hey it’s a water a day
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| on my way to a rain filled grave
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| so if you’re planning a natural trip
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| don’t call up snooping on burial ridge
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| the searchers will come and discover your hide
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| high, wet and hanging like cookie mcbride
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| hi hi hey it’s a water a day
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| on your way to an unhappy grave
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| hi hi hey it’s a water a day
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| who will remember the money you saved?
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| i’m in over your head
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| you’re in over your head |