| When I was a child, my family would travel
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| To western Kentucky, where my parents were born
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| And there’s a backward old town that’s often remembered
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| So many times that my memories are worn
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| And daddy won’t you take me back to Mulenberg county
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| Down by the Green River, where Paradise lay
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| Well I’m sorry my son, but you’re too late in askin'
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| Mr. Peabody’s coal train has hauled it away
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| Well sometimes we’d float right down the Green River
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| To an abandoned old prison down by Atry Hill
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| Where the air smelled like snakes and we’d shoot with our pistols
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| But empty pop bottles was all we would kill
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| Then the coal company came, with the world’s largest shovel
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| And they tortured the timber and stripped all the land
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| Well they dug for their coal till the land was forsaken
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| Then they wrote it all down as the progress of man
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| When I die let my ashes float down the Green River
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| Let my soul roll on up to the Rochester dam
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| I’ll be halfway to Heaven with Paradise waitin'
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| Just five miles away from wherever I am |