| I’ve been looking for a sweeter side
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| Looking for a big bloom on a short vine
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| Looking for a better way of life
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| Somewhere that I can call home
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| Spent my time at a peach stand
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| Sun beatin' like a stinging red tan
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| Like the back of my daddy’s hand
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| The only thing I’ve ever known
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| I can hear the bees buzzin' through the walls
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| Making their honey and singing their song
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| They say I work for the queen all day
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| Yeah, I work for the queen all day
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| Sometimes it’s a bitter taste
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| For a motherless child so out of place
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| I never understood why she ran away
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| Maybe I’ll never know
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| But there’s a light shinin' through the trees
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| And a restless hum that’s calling me
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| I could almost be carried by the breeze
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| And let it take me where it goes
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| I can hear the bees buzzin' through the walls
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| Making their honey and singing their song
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| They say I work for the queen all day
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| Yeah, I work for the queen all day
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| Now I’m standing on the front porch
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| Kettle whistling through the screen door
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| Little footsteps on the kitchen floor
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| Pretty soon we’re gonna eat
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| Some things come right away
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| Some seem to take forever and a day
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| All I know is that it worked out either way
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| I think I found a family
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| I can hear the bees buzzin' through the walls
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| Making their honey and singing their song
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| They say I work for the queen all day
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| Yeah, I work for the queen all day |