| Corn don’t grow around here
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| Ain’t seen a drop all year
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| But there’s one place I know
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| Where the grass grows free
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| And the waters flow
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| Just knock on the tool-shed door
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| And you fall straight down through the floor
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| Unseen by the naked eye
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| And everybody gets a little piece of the pie
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| Out in Willimina
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| Out in Willimina
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| Out in Willimina
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| Out in Willimina
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| Well there’s a big red dog in the yard
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| He’s always out standing guard
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| Of the old grey house on the hill
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| Where you climb right up and you get your fill
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| Just knock on the kitchen door
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| And the 16 cats on the floor
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| And everybody’s getting so high
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| That the taxman wants a little piece of the pie
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| Out in Willimina
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| Out in Willimina
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| Out in Willimina
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| Out in Willimina
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| Well the lights went out one day
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| And the cats all ran away
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| And the place where I used to go
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| Where there once was grass there now lays snow
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| And the taxman knocked on the door
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| Then fell straight down through the floor
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| That everybody getting so high
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| That they lost every little bitty piece of the pie
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| Out in Willimina
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| Out in Willimina
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| Out in Willimina
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| Out in Willimina
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| Willimina |