Along a mountain pass,
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There is a patch of grass,
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Where the swingin' shepard plays his tunes.
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His sheep never stray,
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Dancing all day til they see the pale and yellow moon.
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And then he leads his flock,
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And they all rock to the tune of the swingin' sheperd blues.
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[flute]
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c'mon sheperd let it echo through the hills
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[flute]
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Swingin' Shepherd Blues
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| Ella Fitzgerald |
