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Well I'm goin' down to the river
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I've got a cane pole in my hand
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I've got my redworms in a Maxwell house coffee can
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I'm gonna sit under a shade tree on a riverbank where it's cool
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I'm gonna close my eyes and dream and let the cork Bob away my blues
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Well I wake up every mornin' I pick peaches all day
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And on Saturday night we'll have a dance or two
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we might wallow in the hay
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Now the only thing that ever whipped my pa
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Was this bad dude called old age
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And his last years were his best years
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And this is what he had to say
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He said boy I've worked this dirt all my life
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but things ain't been good for awhile
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Why don't you move to the city make a little money
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you might be the first one in the family ever to die with a smile
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Well I took his advice things goin' well
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But my friends are far and few
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But whoever said a city boy can't have them country blues
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Whoever said a city boy can't have them country blues
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Whoever said a city boy can't have them country blues
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Well honey they ain't talked to me and you
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