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I'll pack my grip for a farewell trip |
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Kiss Susie Jane goodbye at the fountain |
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I'm going, said I, to the land of the sky |
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Away out on the mountain |
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Where the wild sheep grows and the buffalo lows |
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And the squirrels are so many you can't count them |
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Then I'll make love to some turtle dove |
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Way out on the mountain |
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When the north winds blow and we're gonna have snow |
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And the rain and the hail comes bouncing |
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I'll wrap myself in a grizzly bear coat |
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Away out on the mountain |
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Where the snakes are vile and the zebras' wild |
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And the beavers paddle on walking canes |
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Then I'll send my boots with a buffalo hide |
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Away out on the mountain |
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Where the whippoorwills sing me to sleep at night |
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And the eagle roosts on the rocks of spontan |
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I'll feast on the meat and the honey so sweet |
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Way out on the mountain |
