| Walking through the high dry grass
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| Pushing my way through slow
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| Yellow belly black snake sleeping on a red rock
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| Waiting for the stranger to go
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| Sugar train stops at the crossing
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| Cane cockies cursing below
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| Bad storm coming
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| Better run to the top of the mountain
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| Mountain in the shadow of light
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| Rain in the valley below
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| Mountain in the shadow of light
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| Rain in the valley below
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| Well, you could say you’re Peter
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| Say you’re Paul
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| Don’t put me up on your bedroom wall
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| Call me king of the mountain
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| Blacksmith fires up the bellows
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| Cane cutters burning the load
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| Workers of the world
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| Run to the top of the mountain
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| Mountain in the shadow of light
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| Rain in the valley below
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| Mountain in the shadow of light
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| Rain in the valley below
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| Well, you could say you’re Peter
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| Say you’re Paul
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| Don’t put me up on your bedroom wall
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| Call me king of the mountain
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| Well, I can’t take the hands from my face
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| There are some things we can’t replace, yeah
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| Mountain in the shadow of light
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| Rain in the valley below
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| Mountain in the shadow of light
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| Well, you could say you’re Peter
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| Say you’re Paul
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| Don’t put me up on your bedroom wall
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| Call me king of the mountain
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| Well, you could say you’re Peter
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| Say you’re Paul
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| Don’t put me up on your bedroom wall
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| Call me the king of the mountain
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| Over liquid tarmac wastelands of cactus and heat
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| Down cobblestone alleyways of washing day sheets
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| Up ghost prairie mountains of sunset and space
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| Down the road, a familiar place, across the wilderness
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| Out further than the bush, I will follow you
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| I will follow you, I will follow you |