| Out from the town where the air is clean
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| and the birds sing a sweet song all day long
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| and the water don’t hide any fluoride
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| from a country boy with his eyes on heaven
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| coming into town just to broaden his mind
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| I’m dis-illusioned, deafened by the tube train
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| longing for a little bit of autumn sand
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| long hair blowing threadbare collar
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| showing on the touch line thinking of my baby
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| walking in the sun with another man
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| Hey baby I’m your loving man
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| hey baby gonna' ask the taxman
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| if it’s all right man, daddy can I go out tonight
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| I’m easy goin', straight up lookin'
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| no dice throwin', all time growin'
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| good clean livin', homegrown country man
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| I’m going home now, can’t find a milk-cow
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| in Hampstead, any old time of day
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| not much lookin', but I like what’s cookin'
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| when you open up your oven door and say
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| daddy can I go out tonight
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| daddy can I go out tonight
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| gonna' ask the taxman, if it’s all right man
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| daddy can I go out tonight
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| I’m easy goin', straight up lookin'
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| no dice throwin', all time growin'
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| good clean livin', homegrown country man |