| On the first of May, this is moving day
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| Spring is here, so blow your job
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| Throw your job away
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| Now’s the time to thrust to your wanderlust
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| In the city’s dust you wait
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| Must you wait, just you wait
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| In our mountain greenery
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| Where God paints the scenery
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| Just two crazy people together
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| While you love your lover
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| Let blue skies be your cover-let
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| When it rains, we’ll laugh at the weather
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| And if you’re good, I’ll search for wood
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| So you can cook
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| While I stand looking
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| Beans could get no keener reception
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| In a beanery bless
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| Our mountain greenery home
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| In our mountain greenery
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| Where God paints the scenery
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| Just two crazy people together
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| Oh, how we love sequestering
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| Where no pests are pestering
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| No dear Momma holds us in tether
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| Mosquitoes here
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| Won’t bite you dear
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| I’ll let them sting, me on the finger
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| We could find no cleaner retreat
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| From life’s machinery
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| Than our mountain greenery home
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| In our mountain greenery
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| Where God paints the scenery
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| In our mountain greenery home |