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Way down Taunton on the A38
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Just around the corner there's a five-bar gate
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Over in the field stands old Farmer Joe
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Cranking up his tractor trying to make the thing go
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No-one seems to care, or try to understand
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It's hard to make a living when your working on the land
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Go Go
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Let the cider flow
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Alright there young 'un
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Farmer's son in the pig sty mixing up the swill
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Bubbling and a steaming enough to make thee ill
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Sow she came a borin' like a hurricane
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Rollin' over n'over n'over n'over again
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no-one there around, to give that boy a warnin'
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they couldn't dig him out until the very next mornin'
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Go Go
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Let the cider flow
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C'mon there my beauty, c'mon right there
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Farmer's daughter Mable rolling in the hay
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With them village lads she were the caberet
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Swinging through the rafters in her tight blue jeans
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Polo neck all ruffled n' bursting from the seams
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No-one seems to care, or try to understand
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The ups and downs a man gets when he's working on the land
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Go Go
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Let the cider flow
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Farmer's wife out working picking up the eggs
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She's gettin' on she ain't too steady on her legs
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Basket in her arms and right from full
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She crossed the field and she got chased by a bull
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No-one there around to get the bull away
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Now Joe's got scrambled eggs for his breakfast every day
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C'mon here my beauty, c'mon 'ere
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Giv'm a grt big dog, he he.
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Rock Around The A38
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| The Wurzels |
