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So we started in the cornfield |
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And I know we did not slack |
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We got everything in order |
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But we forgot to bring the bucket back |
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The foreman he went crazy |
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And ran around the field |
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Said we must be lazy |
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Had to be seen to be believed |
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Seen to be believed. |
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But it was a long way |
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From this highroad |
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It was a far away from here. |
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The farmer had a daughter |
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And she worked at the wishing well |
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Put one leg in the water |
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'til she found the mission bell |
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The old man went crazy |
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And ran to get his gun |
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We had a bad time explaining |
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We were just having drunken fun |
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Just having drunken fun. |
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But it was a long way |
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From this high road, Oh! |
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It was a long way from here |
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So we walked along this road |
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Just tellin' stories as we go |
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We just walk along. |
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Well the farmer had a daughter |
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And she did not speak a word |
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We used to kiss her in the orchard |
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Till one morning we were overheard |
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The old man he went crazy |
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Running around the field |
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Said we must be crazy |
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Had to be seen to be believed |
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Seen to be believed |