| Dirk Thornton thinks he’s a goose
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| It’s alright though
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| 'Cause we let him
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| We all know that gooses don’t hurt nobody
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| 'Cept themselves
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| Sometimes
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| 'Course we all do admit that Dirk’s a little different
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| 'Long about the first day of winter
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| Every year for as long as I can remember
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| Dirk, like all good gooses, decides to fly south
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| Now he goes home
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| And he packs himself six or eight peanut butter sandwiches
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| And he puts 'em in this brown paper sack
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| Kisses his wife and his kids goodbye
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| And he walks about a mile and a half from his house
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| And climbs up to the top of this big hill
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| And he jumps off
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| It’s a kind of a beautiful sight to see
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| Dirk come barrelin' off the top of that hill
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| His arms a-flappin' in the breeze
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| And the sound of them peanut butter sandwiches
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| Bangin' around inside that brown paper bag
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| Well I’ll tell you it’ll bring tears to your eyes
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| Last winter Dirk flew
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| Oh, about uh, six feet
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| 'Fore he went and crashed
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| In those peanut butter sandwiches
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| Dirk Thornton thinks he’s a goose
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| It’s alright though
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| 'Cause we let him
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| Valley’s low and the mountain’s high
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| Sure as you’re born, I’m gonna fly
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| One of these days I’m gonna fly
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| Big girls weep, little girls cry
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| It’s always been, don’t ask me why
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| One of these days I’m gonna fly
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| To a place where men are free
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| To a place where it’s alright to be
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| Just an average guy
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| Who likes to fly
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| Some folks cuss, some folks lie
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| Sure as you’re born, I’m gonna fly
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| One of these days I’m gonna fly
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| It’s cold in March, hot in July
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| It’s always been, don’t ask me why
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| One of these days I’m gonna fly
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| To a place where men are free
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| To a place where it’s alright to be
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| Just an average Guy
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| Who likes to fly
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| Big dogs bark, little dogs try
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| Sure as you’re born, I’m gonna fly
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| One of these days I’m gonna fly
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| Some chickens lay, some chickens lie
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| It’s always been, don’t ask me why
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| One of these days I’m gonna fly
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| To a place where men are free
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| To a place where it’s alright to be
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| Just an average guy
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| Who likes to fly |