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Six lanes |
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Taillights |
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Red ants marchin' into the night |
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They disappear to the left and right again |
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Another supper from a sack |
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A ninety-nine cent heart attack |
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I got a poundin' head and an achin' back |
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And the camel's buried in a big straw stack |
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I'm gonna live where the green grass grows |
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Watchin' my corn pop up in rows |
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Every night be tucked in close to you |
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Raise our kids where the good Lord's blessed |
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Point our rocking chairs towards the west |
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Plant our dreams where the peaceful river flows |
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Where the green grass grows |
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Well I'm from a map dot |
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A stop sign on a black top |
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I caught the first bus I could hop from there |
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But all this glitter is gettin' dark |
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There's concrete growin' in the city park |
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I don't know who my neighbors are |
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And there's bars on the corners and bars on my heart |
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I'm gonna live where the green grass grows |
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Watchin' my corn pop up in rows |
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Every night be tucked in close to you |
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Raise our kids where the good Lord's blessed |
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Point our rocking chairs towards the west |
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Plant our dreams where the peaceful river flows |
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Where the green grass grows |
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I'm gonna live where the green grass grows |
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Watchin' my corn pop up in rows |
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Every night be tucked in close to you |
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Raise our kids where the good Lord's blessed |
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Point our rocking chairs towards the west |
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Plant our dreams where the peaceful river flows |
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Where the green grass grows |
