| Six lanes
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| Taillights
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| Red ants marchin' into the night
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| They disappear to the left and right again
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| Another supper from a sack
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| A ninety-nine cent heart attack
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| I got a poundin' head and an achin' back
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| And the camel’s buried in a big straw stack
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| I’m gonna live where the green grass grows
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| Watchin' my corn pop up in rows
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| Every night be tucked in close to you
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| Raise our kids where the good Lord’s blessed
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| Point our rocking chairs towards the west
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| Plant our dreams where the peaceful river flows
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| Where the green grass grows
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| Well I’m from a map dot
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| A stop sign on a black top
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| I caught the first bus I could hop from there
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| But all this glitter is gettin' dark
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| There’s concrete growin' in the city park
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| I don’t know who my neighbors are
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| And there’s bars on the corners and bars on my heart
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| I’m gonna live where the green grass grows
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| Watchin' my corn pop up in rows
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| Every night be tucked in close to you
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| Raise our kids where the good Lord’s blessed
|
| Point our rocking chairs towards the west
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| Plant our dreams where the peaceful river flows
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| Where the green grass grows
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| I’m gonna live where the green grass grows
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| Watchin' my corn pop up in rows
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| Every night be tucked in close to you
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| Raise our kids where the good Lord’s blessed
|
| Point our rocking chairs towards the west
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| Plant our dreams where the peaceful river flows
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| Where the green grass grows |