Corn don't grow around here
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Ain't seen a drop all year
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But there's one place I know
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Where the grass grows free
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And the waters flow.
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Just knock on the tool-shed door
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And you fall straight down through the floor
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Unseen by the naked eye
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And everybody gets a little piece of the pie.
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Out in Willimina
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Out in Willimina
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Out in Willimina
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Out in Willimina.
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Well there's a big red dog in the yard
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He's always out standing guard
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Of the old grey house on the hill
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Where you climb right up and you get your fill.
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Just knock on the kitchen door
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And the 16 cats on the floor
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And everybody's getting so high
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That the taxman wants a little piece of the pie.
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Out in Willimina
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Out in Willimina
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Out in Willimina
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Out in Willimina.
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Well the lights went out one day
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And the cats all ran away
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And the place where I used to go
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Where there once was grass there now lays snow.
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And the taxman knocked on the door
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Then fell straight down through the floor
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That everybody getting so high
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That they lost every little bitty piece of the pie.
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Out in Willimina
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Out in Willimina
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Out in Willimina
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Out in Willimina.
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Willimina
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Willamina
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| Reckless Kelly |
