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Tangie and Ray left Columbia, Maryland |
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to go rolling with the rubber tramps |
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and see the last few mountain men |
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In the back of a truck |
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with the bags of sugar and the guns |
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Over the bumpy USFS roads |
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With all the other fledgelings falling from the limbs, |
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who are never going home |
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Tangie and Ray, they got hair down to their knees |
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and Tangie rides a bighorn ram |
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and Ray can talk to trees |
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Now they're one with the dirt |
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With the mouldering bones and litter leaves |
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Down in the dirt |
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Under the cloudy sky and unbroken canopy |
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They're never going home |
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Never going home |
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Down in the dirt with the spineless animals and seeds |
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They live down in the dirt |
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Under the cloudy sky and unbroken canopy |
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and never going home |
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Down in the dirt with the spineless animals and seeds |
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They live down in the dirt |
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Under the cloudy sky and unbroken canopy |
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They're never going home |
