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There once was a musical troupe |
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A pickin' singin' folk group |
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They sang the mountain ballads |
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And the folk songs of our land |
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They were long on musical ability |
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Folks thought they would go far |
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But political incompatibility led to their downfall |
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Well, the one on the right was on the left |
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And the one in the middle was on the right |
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And the one on the left was in the middle |
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And the guy in the rear was a Methodist |
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This musical aggregation toured the entire nation |
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Singing the traditional ballads |
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And the folk songs of our land |
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They performed with great virtuosity |
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And soon they were the rage |
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But political animosity prevailed upon the stage |
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Well, the one on the right was on the left |
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And the one in the middle was on the right |
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And the one on the left was in the middle |
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And the guy in the rear burned his driver's license |
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Well the curtain had ascended |
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A hush fell on the crowd |
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As thousands there were gathered to hear The folk songs of our land |
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But they took their politics seriously |
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And that night at the concert hall |
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As the audience watched deliriously |
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They had a free-for-all |
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Well, the one on the right was on the bottom |
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And the one in the middle was on the top |
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And the one on the left got a broken arm |
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And the guy in the rear, said, "Oh dear" |
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Now this should be a lesson if you plan to start a folk group |
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Don't go mixin' politics with the folk songs of our land |
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Just work on harmony and diction |
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Play your banjo well |
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And if you have political convictions keep them to yourself |
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Now, the one on the left works in a bank |
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And the one in the middle drives a truck |
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The one on the right's an all-night deejay |
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And the guy in the rear got drafted |
