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don't know what you've got. Til its gone. They paved paradise. And put up a parking lot Hey farmer farmer. Put away the DDT. I don't care about spots on my apples. Leave me the birds and the bees
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I need a beat. I need a beat, I need a beat (I need a beat, I need a beat) If it's a Malibu beat, subject of discussion. Malibu beat, subject of discuss-cussion. You're motivated-vated, to aid a pe
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I need a beat. I need a beat, I need a beat (I need a beat, I need a beat) If it's a Malibu beat, subject of discussion. Malibu beat, subject of discuss-cussion. You're motivated-vated, to aid a pe
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His realm is a new horizon of cuts. They expand from his hand as he conducts. Aim a lot of cool projects not photography. Cut-Creator, Philly-Phil's biography The lyrical virtual also makes his ret
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near and farmer boys get f*cked up. keep on talking and we kick your door not on. find you in pieces your whole body cut up. your king shut up scared why get this oh no. dog don't argue to live this
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head. With his blue farmer suit and his big pro-keds. Now if you wanna learn it, it really takes time. That's why I'm here now tellin you this rhyme. And if you never seen it, then I'll be startin
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stand up, who's a very very proud man. He used to be many years ago, a bad land farmer down in Dias, Arkansas. But he's Johnny Cash's daddy, Mr. Ray Cash. I'd like to bring up a gentleman who's got
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If it's a Malibu beat, subject of discussion. Malibu beat, subject of discuss-cussion. You're motivated-vated, to aid a percussion-cussion. There's no glo-glory, for this story-story. It-it rock-r
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stand up, who's a very very proud man. He used to be many years ago, a bad land farmer down in Dias, Arkansas. But he's Johnny Cash's daddy, Mr. Ray Cash. I'd like to bring up a gentleman who's got
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on and a strength to call his own. And he learned to be a farmer an' he learned to love the land. An' he learned to read the seasons an' he learned to make a stand Oh, Montana, give this child a home
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on and a strength to call his own. And he learned to be a farmer an' he learned to love the land. An' he learned to read the seasons an' he learned to make a stand Oh, Montana, give this child a home
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stand up, who's a very very proud man. He used to be many years ago, a bad land farmer down in Dias, Arkansas. But he's Johnny Cash's daddy, Mr. Ray Cash. I'd like to bring up a gentleman who's got
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I used to work for Harvester. I used to use my hands. I used to make the tractors and the combines that plowed and harvested this great land. Now I see my handiwork on the block everywhere I turn.
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I used to work for Harvester. I used to use my hands. I used to make the tractors and the combines that plowed and harvested this great land. Now I see my handiwork on the block everywhere I turn.
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I'm in a funk so I buy the bouquet of roses and cut em up at your doorstep, your new neighborhood is gorgeous. I paid a lot of money for the fragrances you wore when we were dating and I sold some le
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Well my home's in the delta,. Way out on that farmer's road. Now you know I'm living in Chicago,. And people, I sure do hate to go. Now you know I'm leaving here in the morning,. Won't be back no
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afternoon. And the farmer leaves his reaping. In the meadow cows are sleeping. And the speckled trout stop leaping up stream. As we dream. A fat pink cloud hangs over the hill. Unfolding like a rose
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People gathered here tonight. I want you to listen to me. To your left and to you right. You've got some pretty soily company Reader, writer, farmer, priest. Breed controller, born deceased
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another human in view. but us two. It's a lazy afternoon. And the farmer leaves his reaping. In the meadow cows are sleeping. And speckled trouts stop leaping upstream. as we dream. A far pink cloud hangs
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afternoon. And the farmer leaves his reaping. In the meadow cows are sleeping. And the speckled trout stop leaping up stream. As we dream. A fat pink cloud hangs over the hill. Unfolding like a rose
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It's a lazy afternoon. And the beetle bugs are zooming. And the tulip trees are blooming. And there's not another human in view,. But us two. It's a lazy afternoon. And the farmer leaves his
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It's a lazy afternoon. And the beetle bugs are zooming. And the tulip trees are blooming. And there's not another human in view,. But us two. It's a lazy afternoon. And the farmer leaves his
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herb, but what's the harm in that?. Hey Mr. Officer, where Clarence harm in that?. On the yacht called once, where my warnin' at?. Been in St. Louis all my life, ain't seen a farmer yet. Back in
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a coma. And I'm still lettin' the money pile like Goma And I smoke that kill, y'all blowin' on begonias. And I keep a fill of that grass like a farmer. And I keep that armor, try me and I'll spin
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I had a bad dream. Don't be afraid, bad dreams are only dreams. What a time you chose to be born in Babies crying, brothers dying and brothers getting knocked. * is deep on the block. And you got
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on If you're a farmer outstanding in your field say, "Uhh". Do as you eill do as you wish follow your bliss say,"Uhh". We travel round the world giving it our best. We'd like to see the people
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steps. Feelin' most alone. . Well, out comes a farmer. He must have thought that I was nuts. He immediately looked at me. And stuck a gun into my guts. . I fell down. To my bended knees. Saying
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. Feelin' most alone. Well, out comes a farmer. He must have thought that I was nuts. He immediately looked at me. And stuck a gun into my guts I fell down. To my bended knees. Saying, "I dig farmers
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steps. Feelin' most alone. . Well, out comes a farmer. He must have thought that I was nuts. He immediately looked at me. And stuck a gun into my guts. . I fell down. To my bended knees. Saying
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thing Just like Shauna, she didn't even gimme no drama. After the show she was on my banana. After my seeds like a farmer. Let 'er maul out in a mouth like a trauma Coudn't care less about karma or
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Farmer Gray. It'll be the perfect ending of a perfect day. We'll be singing the songs. We love to sing without a single stop. At the fireplace while we watch. The chestnuts pop; Pop! Pop! Pop!. There's a
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would be. Let's take that road before us and sing a chorus or two. Come on it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you. There's a christmas party at the home of farmer gray. It would be the
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little guess. At who old Hollywood's trying to impress. You're right, it's Hollywood, Hollywood Who's that farmer. Who think he's a charmer?. It's Hollywood Yeah, it's Hollywood all right. Here
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can't you see. Oh you misjudge me. I look like a farmer, but. I'm a lover. Can't judge a book by looking at the cover Oh come on in closer baby. Hear what else I gotta say!. You got your radio
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(Oh na, na, na). . She hosts a T. V. Show--she rides the rodeo. She plays the bass in a band. She's an astronaut--. A valet at the parking lot. A farmer working the land. She is a champion