| Tom johnston
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| Well, music, sweet music
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| Lord, is gonna be played, mm-hmm
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| And the sound of billys banjo
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| Is like honey on your day
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| When they promenade down through the square
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| Theyll hear you say
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| Im comin your way
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| And Im only just a growin
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| A little each day
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| The sun of the delta
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| Beams across your face, oh yeah
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| And good old grand-dads stories
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| Seem to set your pace
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| All the men youve known in this town
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| Dont seem to have it And they bring you down
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| Well, remember youre just growin
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| A little each day
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| So throw out your arms and take in the sky
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| Take down your hair and watch the birds fly
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| Dont be afraid to show how you feel
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| Dont sit and hide, dont you know that youre real
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| You can have it if you want it Change yourself and play
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| cause youre only, only just growin
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| A little each day
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| So woman, sweet woman
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| Why you feel that way
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| Dont you know youre only growin
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| Just a little each day
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| When the good lord placed you on this earth
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| His good words to heed
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| Its all that you need
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| And youre only just growin
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| A little each day
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| Oh, youre only just growin
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| A little each day
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| Oh, sweet woman, youre only just growin
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| A little each day |