| Folks tell me I should go to the city and go to school and learn a lot of things
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| But I already know what makes the fox fire glow
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| And just what time the robbin redbreast sings
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| Well I know that the possum likes persimmons
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| And I know that fishes breathe out through their gills
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| So while I can kill a squirell and court the sweetest girl
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| I’m the king of the Cannon County hills
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| Let the senor have his senorita let the hippy have his LSD and thrills
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| But when I’m with my darling in the mountains
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| I’m the king of the Cannon County hills
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| Well the things I know you cannot learn in college
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| And I don’t need cash cause I ain’t got no bills
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| I can tell you in a flash just how long to cook your mash
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| And the best come from the Cannon County hills
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| Let the senor have his senorita…
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| (fiddle — el. banjo)
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| Now I’m not saying don’t go to college cause knowledge sure will cure a lot of
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| ills
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| But I know this little song is a gettin' away too long
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| Come and see me in the Cannon County hills
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| Let the senor have his senorita…
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| I’m the king of the Cannon County hills |