| There’s ole Gray with 'er dovewinged hat
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| There’s ole Green with her sewing machine
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| Where’s the bobbin at?
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| Tote’n old grain in uh printed sack
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| The dust blows forward 'n dust blows back
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| And the wind blows black thru the sky
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| And the smokestack blows up in suns eye
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| What am I gonna die?
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| Uh white flake riverboat just flew by Bubbles popped big
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| 'n uh lipstick Kleenex hug on uh pointed forked twig
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| Reminds me of the bobby girls
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| Never was my hobby girls
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| Hand full uh worms and uh pole fishin'
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| Cork bobbin' like uh hot red bulb
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| 'n uh bluejay squeaks
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| His beak open an inch above uh creek
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| Gone fishin' for uh week
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| Well I put down my bush
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| 'n I took off my pants 'n felt free
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| The breeze blowin' up me 'n up the canyon
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| Far as I could see
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| It’s night now and the moon looks like uh dandelion
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| It’s black now 'n the blackbirds feedin' on rice
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| 'n his red wings look like diamonds 'n lice
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| I could hear the mice toes scamperin'
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| Gophers rumblin' in pile crater rock hole
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| One red bean stuck in the bottom of uh tin bowl
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| Hot coffee from uh krimpt up can
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| Me 'n my girl named Bimbo Limbo Spam |