| I dug my share of treasure
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| Dug so deep they called it a crime
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| There might be pleasures I’ve never tasted
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| But I ain’t wasting no more time
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| Cause the furnace is burnin' white-hot
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| And the hammer is swingin' with the weight of the world
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| Now’s the time, like it or not
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| Stand and deliver, stand and deliver
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| That old pig’s so proud lyin' in the mud
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| And Miss Chicken’s just happy, she ain’t been fried
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| The buzzards ain’t worried about no flood
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| But I’m not ready to be satisfied
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| I got a picture of Teddy Roosevelt
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| Hangin' on the wall in my home on the range
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| But I felt a strange wind blowin'
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| Tellin' me something is about to change
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| Some folks keep their heads in the clouds
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| Straining for the sound of the angels strumming
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| I’ve been known to pray out loud
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| But I ain’t waitin' for the second coming |