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Sittin' in the sun counting my money |
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fanned by my summer-breeze |
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Sweeter than the honey is counting my money |
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Those greenbacks on the trees |
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Comes the summer shower drops of rain falling |
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Sweeter than the christ-mass chimes |
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And here on those jungles upon the roof shingles |
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Like pennies, nickles and dimes |
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Though it is knows that what I own |
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is not a lot to move |
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fills of gold that I behold |
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are in my bank-account, |
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I'm sitting in the sun |
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counting my money |
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happy as can be |
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and to top it all when shadows fall |
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I look to heaven and I see |
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there's a silver dollar |
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in the sky shining down on me |
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Can you wonder why I'm in |
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sittin' in the sun |
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counting my money |
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happy as can be |
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and to top it all when shadows fall |
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I look to heaven and I see |
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there's a silver dollar |
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in the sky shining down on me |
