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They got tired of living |
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And an apple going black |
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Went up the mad river valley |
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They never looked back |
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Way up the mountain |
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Of a cam bell ridge |
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Up an old logging rope |
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Across an old mill bridge |
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They built a little house |
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Out of stone they found |
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Put they're backs to the plow |
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And the seeds in the ground |
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Water from the spring |
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Running plenty and good |
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From a hard wood forest |
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Chopping fire from the wood |
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Ooohhh |
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They're living the good life |
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Ooohhh |
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Living the good life |
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They got bread in the oven, |
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Got books on the shelf |
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They're looking deep into each |
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Others eyes keeping to themselves |
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Pursuing ideals with |
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Grace and style |
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And they're making ends meet |
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With their huggle belly guile |
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Ooohhh |
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They're living the good life |
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Ooohhh |
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Living the good life |
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Way up the mountain |
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Of a cam bell ridge |
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Up an old logging rope, |
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Across an old mill bridge |
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They built a little house |
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Out of stone they found |
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Put they're backs to the plow |
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And the seeds in the ground |
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The got the power of the sun |
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And the strength of the soil |
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Finding peace in their hearts |
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And faith in their toil |
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Ooohhh |
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They're living the good life |
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Ooohhh |
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Living the good life |
