Oh there's nothing as gay as a day in the country
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Under the wonderful skies
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For a city bred feller a field of yeller
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Is quite a delightful surprise
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Oh you don't have to pay for a day in the country
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It's old mother nature who buys
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And while we keep going the breezes are blowing
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The cigarette smoke from our eyes
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You'll hear beautiful melodies played by an old water mill
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And a little red barn is spinning a yarn to the daffodils up on the hill
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Oh there's nothing as gay as a day in the country
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Far from the maddening throng
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A hobo hobnobbing with bluebird and robin
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We warble a merry old song
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And go rolly oh rolly oh rolly oh rolly oh rolling along
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(Oh there's nothing as gay as a day in the country)
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(Under the wonderful skies)
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(For a city bred feller a field of yeller)
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(Is quite a delightful surprise)
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(Oh you don't have to pay for a day in the country)
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(It's old mother nature who buys)
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(And while we keep going the breezes keep blowing)
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(The cigarette smoke from our eyes)
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How I envy the fellas that live by a shady old nook
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And cute little guy who's casting a fly at a trout leaping out of a brook
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Oh there's nothing as gay as a day in the country
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Far from the maddening throng
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Just grab a valise full and go where it's peaceful
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And try vocalizing a song
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(Both) While you're rolly oh rolly oh rolly oh rolly oh rolly oh rolly oh rolling along
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A Day In The Country
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| Dean Martin |
