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I've got a mountain of dreams to climb
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'fore I get to that house on the hill
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that keeps the lady of my morning
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in a brown earthen pot on the sill
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of the window that looks out
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across the valley, probably always will
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I'll make sure no one is watching me
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like ev'ry good and successful thief
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and maybe tomorrow when the sun goes down
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I'll have put an end to this grief
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by giving myself a potted plant
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and a rainbow, calling it a wreath
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she's the energy that runs my day
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and the first star out at night
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by God, I'm gonna climb that hill
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if it takes, ev'ry bit of my my might
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in the morning the early summer breezes call
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me away from my warm sleeping bed
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and fill me up with expectations
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of filling this hole in my head
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that was left long ago
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somewhere in my lifetime, left me feeling dead
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she's the energy that runs my day
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and the first star out at night
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by God, I'm gonna climb that hill
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if it takes, ev'ry bit of my might
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I've got a mountain of dreams to climb
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'fore I get to that house on the hill
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that keeps the lady of my morning
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in a brown earthen pot on the sill
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of the window that looks out
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across the valley, probably always will
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It Probably Always Will
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| The Ozark Mountain Daredevils |
