| I’ll pack my grip for a farewell trip
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| Kiss Susie Jane goodbye at the fountain
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| I’m going, said I, to the land of the sky
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| Away out on the mountain
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| Where the wild sheep grows and the buffalo lows
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| And the squirrels are so many you can’t count them
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| Then I’ll make love to some turtle dove
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| Way out on the mountain
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| When the north winds blow and we’re gonna have snow
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| And the rain and the hail comes bouncing
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| I’ll wrap myself in a grizzly bear coat
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| Away out on the mountain
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| Where the snakes are vile and the zebras wild
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| And the beavers paddle on walking canes
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| Then I’ll send my boots with a buffalo hide
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| Away out on the mountain
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| Where the whippoorwills sing me to sleep at night
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| And the eagle roosts on the rocks of spontan
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| I’ll feast on the meat and the honey so sweet
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| Way out on the mountain |