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Reuben, Reuben, I've been thinking |
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Said his wifey dear |
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Now that all is peaceful and calm |
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The boys will soon be back on the farm |
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Mister Reuben started winking and slowly rubbed his chin |
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He pulled his chair up close to mother |
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And he asked her with a grin |
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Chorus (sung twice after each verse): |
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How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm |
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After they've seen Paree' |
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How ya gonna keep 'em away from Broadway |
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Jazzin around and paintin' the town |
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How ya gonna keep 'em away from harm, that's a mystery |
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They'll never want to see a rake or plow |
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And who the deuce can parleyvous a cow? |
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How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm |
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After they've seen Paree' |
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Rueben, Rueben, you're mistaken |
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Said his wifey dear |
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Once a farmer, always a jay |
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And farmers always stick to the hay |
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Mother Reuben, I'm not fakin |
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Tho you may think it strange |
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But wine and women play the mischief |
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With a boy who's loose with change |
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Chorus (sung twice after each verse): |
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How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm |
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After they've seen Paree' |
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How ya gonna keep 'em away from Broadway |
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Jazzin around and paintin' the town |
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How ya gonna keep 'em away from harm, that's a mystery |
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Imagine Reuben when he meets his Pa |
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He'll pinch his cheek and holler "OO-LA-LA! |
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How ya gonna keep 'em down on the farm |
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After they've seen Paree'? |
