| Out in the middle of nowhere
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| Gathered around in the barn
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| Animals all in agreement
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| They was down on the farm
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| There was talk of all the boring hours
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| Standin' around with a nothin' to do
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| It was just another boring evening
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| With a pail of boring things to chew
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| There was cows and horses and sheeps and pigs
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| They was tired of the daily routine
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| They was plannin' on havin' themselves a bash
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| Gonna throw a great big wing-ding
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| So they said let’s do it, play some rock and roll
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| And they got all loose and had a few
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| And before they knew it, they was out of control
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| Turned into a regular zoo
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| They was tired of the daily routine
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| Havin' themselves a great big bash
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| They was gathering steam
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| And the pig grabbed a chicken
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| Said come on over, let’s do-si-do a few
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| And the chick said no, you’re covered with mud
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| Called him a pig and it was true
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| And every gol' dang one o' their tails was a waggin'
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| Under the old horse-shoe
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| That night the animals fell off the wagon
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| And a tractor or two
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| Well they was out in the middle of nowhere
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| They was rockin' out in the barn
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| They was tearin' it up in the hayloft
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| Gettin' down on the farm |