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Half a mile from the county fair and the rain came pouring down |
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Me and Billy were standing there we had a sliver half of crown |
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Our arms are full of fishing rods had the tackle on our backs |
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We just stood there gettin' wet with our backs against the fence |
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Oh, the water, oh, the water |
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Oh, the water, I hope it don't rain all day |
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It stoned me to my soul |
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It stoned me just like jelly roll |
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Well it stoned me, it stoned me to my soul |
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It stoned me just like going home, going home |
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Rain let up and the sun came up we were getting dry |
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Almost let a pick-up truck nearly pass us by |
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Well we jumped right in and the driver grinned |
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And he dropped us up the road we saw the swing and we jumped right in |
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Not to mention the fishing poles |
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Oh, the water, oh, the water |
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Oh, the water let it run all over me |
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It stoned me to my soul |
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It stoned me just like jelly roll, stoned me |
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It stoned me to my soul |
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It stoned me just like going home and a jelly roll |
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On the way back home we sang a song our throats were getting dry |
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We saw a man from across the road he had the sunset in his eyes |
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He lived all alone in his own little home he had a great big gallon jar |
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There were bottles two, one for me and you |
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And he said, "Hey there you are" |
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Oh, the water, oh, the water |
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Oh, the water I get it myself from the mountain stream |
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It stones me to my soul |
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It stoned me just like jelly roll, stoned me |
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It stoned me to my soul |
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It stoned me just like jelly roll |
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It stoned me just like jelly roll |
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I'm comin' home it stoned me just like going home |