| There’s a certain hill outside of town called Sam Hill
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| And a certain guy used to go there every day
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| They said a certain girl lived up in Sam Hill
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| Aw, a pretty girl, not hep to city ways
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| This certain guy would come down the hill a smilin'
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| Headed back to town at the crack of dawn
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| And he had 'em all a wonderin’what he was doin'
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| Yeah, wonderin’what in Sam Hill’s goin’on
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| We knew this certain guy was not a goldminer
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| Cause he never took a shovel or a pick
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| He only took a little box of candy
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| And disappeared in Sam Hill mighty quick
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| We tried to follow him to his destination
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| But he had a secret path and soon he was gone
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| And he had us all a wonderin’what he was doin'
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| Yeah, wonderin’what in Sam Hill’s goin’on
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| I know that you have wondered too about Sam Hill
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| You’ve probably asked «What in Sam Hill’s goin’on?»
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| All I can say in answer to your question
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| Is the goin’s on are still goin’on
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| This certain guy’s still takin’up his candy
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| He’s 99 and all his youth is gone
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| But he climbs that hill and still comes down a smilin'
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| And we’re wonderin’what in Sam Hill’s goin’on
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| Wish I knew
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| What in Sam Hill’s goin’on
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| He won’t tell us'
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| What in Sam Hill’s goin’on
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| He just snickers
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| What in Sam Hill’s goin’on |