| Half a mile from the county fair
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| And the rain came pourin' down
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| Me and Billy standin' there
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| With a silver half a crown
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| Hands are full of fishin' rods
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| And tackles on our back
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| We just stood there gettin' wet
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| With our backs against the fence
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| Oh, the water
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| Oh, the water
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| Oh, the water
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| I hope it don’t rain all day
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| And it stoned me to my soul, whoa whoa
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| Stoned me just like Jelly Roll
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| Stoned me
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| Stoned to my soul, oh whoa
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| Stoned me just like comin' home
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| Stoned me
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| And the rain let up and the sun come up
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| And we were gettin' dry
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| Almost glad a pick-up truck nearly passed us by
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| Well we jumped right in and the driver grinned
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| And he dropped us up the road
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| Now, we looked at the swim and we jumped right in
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| Not to mention fishin' poles
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| Oh, the water
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| Oh, the water
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| Oh, the water
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| But it’ll rain all over me
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| And it stoned me to my soul, oh oh
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| Stoned me just like Jelly Roll
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| Stoned me
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| Stoned me to my soul, whoa oh
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| Stoned me just like Jelly Roll
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| Stoned me |