| Creek was running by the road
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| And the Buckeye sun was a-shinin'
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| I rode my bike down Alum Creek Drive
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| When I was a boy in Ohio
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| The English teacher he didn’t care
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| He challenged us to checkers
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| And once in a while we’d swap a joke
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| When I was a boy in Ohio
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| Once I was caught playing hooky from school
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| They found me home in the evening
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| I confessed I had been to the movie show
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| When I was a boy in Ohio
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| We would wait for the summer to come
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| For swimmin' and pickin' berries
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| But now a freeway covers the field
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| Where I used to be so happy
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| I remember the Burger Boy
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| Where the girls would shine like the engines
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| And the radio was always loud
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| When I was a boy in Ohio
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| Spanish teacher she tried to help
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| She was much too pretty
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| So I just stared at the back of her legs
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| When I was a boy in Ohio
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| It was 3.2 beer* at the honky tonk bar
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| Where they said the girls were easy
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| But somehow I never found me one
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| When I was a boy in Ohio
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| Soon I was grown and I had to leave
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| And I’ve been all over the country
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| But I don’t believe I’ve had more fun
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| Than when I was a boy in Ohio |