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Some life i've bin livin' |
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Like a song in the night |
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Good sounds every moment |
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Good news and bright lights |
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Anytime i get lonesome |
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I just got ta do the things right |
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Make way for the lady |
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You can do it my son |
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Makin' hay with no gravy |
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Brings the good folk down |
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Anytime you get lonely |
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You just got to turn it around |
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This life i've bin given |
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It don't tell you no lies |
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Could've been somewhat wasted |
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How could it be otherwise |
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When the sound of the laughter |
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Brought the tears in to my eyes |
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Make way for the lady |
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You can do it my son |
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Makin' hay with no gravy |
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Gets the day's work done |
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When a blue mood gets rollin' |
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You just got to turn it around |
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Turn it around |
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Shake hands with the father |
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The son and the holy ghost |
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The impossible believers |
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And the heavenly host |
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If you must do it better |
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You just got to do it the most |
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Make way for the lady |
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You can do it my son |
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Makin' hay with no gravy |
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Brings all the good folks down |
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When a blue moon starts risin' |
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You just got to turn it around |
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Turn it around |
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Turn it around |
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Make way for the lady |
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And turn it around |
