| Cypress Grove
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| That’s where I’m heading
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| It’s way down Lexington
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| By the corner bar
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| I get off work
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| Around eleven
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| I’m sure they’ll let you in If you come in style
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| And I won’t treat you so bad
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| 'Cause you’re the best I’ve ever had
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| Oh oh oh
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| Your father’s gone
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| The famous criminal
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| Buried with his Pa in Illinois
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| His love’s asleep
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| In a turning windmill
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| Laying with a wanted Iriquois
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| But we don’t need to sleep at all
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| 'Til the lights of Newburg fall
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| Saturn’s bright
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| The kids have scattered
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| Half of all I own is in my fist
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| Tie together your sheets
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| Throw ‘em out your window
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| And meet me where the ocean meets the cliff
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| Just like Joseph Kennedy
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| We’ll explode into the sea
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| Oh oh oh |