| I'm the man on the mountain, come on up.
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| I'm the plowman in the valley with a face full of mud.
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| Yes, I'm fumbling and I know my car don't start.
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| Yes, I'm stumbling and I know I play a bad guitar.
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| Give me little drink from your loving cup.
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| Just one drink and I'll fall down drunk.
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| I'm the man who walks the hillside in the sweet summer sun.
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| I'm the man that brings you roses when you ain't got none.
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| Well I can run and jump and fish, but I won't fight
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| You if you want to push and pull with me all night.
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| Give me little drink from you loving cup.
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| Just one drink and I'll fall down drunk.
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| I feel so humble with you tonight,
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| Just sitting in front of the fire.
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| See your face dancing in the flame,
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| Feel your mouth kissing me again,
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| What a beautiful buzz, what a beautiful buzz,
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| What a beautiful buzz, what a beautiful buzz.
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| Oh, what a beautiful buzz, what a beautiful buzz.
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| Yes, I am nitty gritty and my shirt's all torn,
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| But I would love to spill the beans with you till dawn.
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| Give me little drink from your loving cup.
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| Just one drink and I'll fall down drunk. |