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Huh, now lookie here people |
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Listen to my story |
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A little story 'bout a man named Jed |
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You know something? |
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That poor mountaineer |
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They say he barely kept his family fed |
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Now, let me tell you |
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One day he was shootin' |
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Old Jed was shootin' at some food |
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When all of a sudden right up from the ground, there |
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Well, there came a bubblin' crude |
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Oil that is Well, maybe you call it black gold or Texas tea |
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He gonna move next to Mr. Drysdale And be a Beverly hillbilly... |
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Before you know it, all the kinfolk are-a-sayin' |
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Yeah, buddie, move away from there |
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That little Clampet got his own cement pond |
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That little Clampet, he's a millionaire |
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Now, everyone said Californie |
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Is the place that you oughta be |
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We got to load up this here truck now |
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We got to move to Beverly |
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Hills, that is |
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Swimming pools |
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Move-a-move-a-movie stars |
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Huh |
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Lookit that, lookit that |
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Beverly Beverly Beverly hillbillies |
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Y'all come back now, y'hear? |
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Beverly Beverly Beverly hillbillies |
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Beverly Beverly Beverly hillbillies |
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Beverly Beverly Beverly hillbillies |
