| The wind blows through the valley
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| It’s warm and hard and wild
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| It gets all up inside the trees
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| And shakes the leaves all night
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| They shake up through the mountains
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| They shake up to the sky
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| They shake up to the moon above
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| And then it starts to shine
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| And Lord it makes me tremble
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| And Lord it makes me tremble
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| They shakin' and shakin' and shakes
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| A fault runs through the valley
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| It’s long as it is mean
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| It starts to tear into the earth
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| And gets all in between
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| It shakes up through the mountains
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| It shakes down to the sea
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| It shakes up to the volcano
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| And then it starts to scream
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| And then it starts to shine
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| And Lord it makes me tremble
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| And Lord it makes me tremble
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| It’s shakin' and shakin' and shakes
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| There’s a woman in this valley
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| She’s sweet as she is rough
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| And when she starts to dance that way
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| She shakes the boys all up
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| She shakes it through the mountains
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| She shakes it through the night
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| She shakes it like a hurricane
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| She gives a blind man sight
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| And Lord it makes me tremble
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| And Lord it makes me tremble
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| She’s shakin' and shakin' and shakes |