He wakes up every Sunday morning with a smile on his face
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Today's the day he's always waitin' for
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He cleans his bugle and packs it in it's case
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He's in the Pittsville Drum and Bugle Corp
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They've played every parade from here to Buffalo
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Jay Cee's always ask 'em back for more
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They know every football field everywhere they go
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Pittsville Drum And Bugle Corp
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Don't ask him what he's in this business for
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Everybody knows they don't get paid
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When those girls stand along the street
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And watch him marching by
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Sometimes they smile and they wave
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They practice every Thursday till the sun sets in the west
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Fame and fortune isn't what they're lookin' for
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They smile at one another 'cause they know that they're the best
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Pittsville Drum And Bugle Corp
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You'll often see him in the music store
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Playin' the one he'd like to own
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And the old man in the back
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Puts the music on the rack
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And recalls the famous buglers he's known
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He wakes up Monday morning
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Feeling good about his life
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Back from a three day county tour
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Travelin' with a woman
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That he hopes to make his wife
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She's in the Pittsville Drum And Bugle Corp
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Pittsville Drum & Bugle Corp
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| Corbin & Hanner |
