| There’s an old man sitting on a river bank
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| With a cane pole in his hand
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| Two teen-age boys skipping school
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| Looking to kick up a little sand
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| «Hey your line’s not even in the water old man
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| And you ain’t got any bait»
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| He just smiles and says, «that's okay
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| I’m not fishing anyway»
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| I’m shooting arrows at airplanes
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| Throwing pillows at freight trains
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| Trying to walk across this clear blue sky
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| Loving every minute one second at a time
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| Sitting here on top of the world
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| Watching the day go by
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| He said, «this world’s full of people in a hurry boys
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| Driving crazy out in the fast lane
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| We’re all on different highways
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| But we all end up in the same ol' place
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| So I think I’ll sit here on this riverbank
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| With my bologna sandwich in this paper sack
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| There’s no place in this world that I’d rather be
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| Than lying right here on my back
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| Shooting arrows at airplanes
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| Throwing pillows at freight trains
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| Just trying to walk across this clear blue sky
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| Loving every minute one second at a time
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| Sitting here on top of the world
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| Watching the day go by |
| Shooting arrows at airplanes
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| Throwing pillows at freight trains
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| Just trying to walk across this clear blue sky
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| Loving every minute one second at a time
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| Sitting here on top of the world
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| Watching the day go by
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| I’m shooting arrows at airplanes
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| Throwing pillows at freight trains
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| I’m shooting arrows at airplanes
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| Throwing pillows at freight trains |