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Corn don't grow around here |
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Ain't seen a drop all year |
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But there's one place |
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I know Where the grass grows free |
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And the waters flow. |
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Just knock on the tool-shed door |
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And you fall straight down through the floor |
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Unseen by the naked eye |
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And everybody gets a little piece of the pie. |
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Out in Willimina |
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Out in Willimina |
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Out in Willimina |
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Out in Willimina. |
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Well there's a big red dog in the yard |
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He's always out standing guard |
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Of the old grey house on the hill |
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Where you climb right up and you get your fill. |
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Just knock on the kitchen door |
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And the 16 cats on the floor |
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And everybody's getting so high |
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That the taxman wants a little piece of the pie. |
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Out in Willimina |
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Out in Willimina |
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Out in Willimina |
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Out in Willimina. |
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Well the lights went out one day |
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And the cats all ran away |
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And the place where |
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I used to go |
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Where there once was grass there now lays snow. |
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And the taxman knocked on the door |
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Then fell straight down through the floor |
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That everybody getting so high |
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That they lost every little bitty piece of the pie. |
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Out in Willimina |
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Out in Willimina |
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Out in Willimina |
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Out in Willimina. |
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Willimina |
