| I’m going down. |
| My nose is in the sand
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| I’m going down, down, baby. |
| My nose is in the sand
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| A cloud of dust just came over me
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| And I think I’m drowning on dry land
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| You know, my father told me, son don’t rush to be a man
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| You know, my father told me, son don’t you rush to be a man
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| But I went ahead on, and now I think I’m drowning on dry land
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| You know my mother told me the story
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| About that li’l dog that couldn’t see too well
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| He was crossing a railroad track one day
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| When the train cut off a part of his tail
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| He turned around but never looked up
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| Just to peep over the rail
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| And she said he lost his whole head
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| Trying to find a little piece of tail
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| That’s why I’m going down. |
| My nose is in the sand
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| A could of dust just came over me
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| And now I think I’m drowning on dry land |