[1st verse:]
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Down into town with a grip on his arm
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Boob, Mister Rube landed in from the farm
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He came to see if the farmer was right who said
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"This is the life"
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Soon like a loon, he was dancing about
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One week of fun had him all tired out
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They asked him what he thought of the city
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And they heard old Reuben shout
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[Refrain:]
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Dancing around till the break of the day
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Never was meant for a Reuben or a Jay
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I've seen it all and I'm ready to say
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I'm going back to the farm
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Cabaret life is an awful disgrace
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I've checked my hat till I'm blue in the face
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I've handed out a fortune for a
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Prince Albert and an old Fedora
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I love the cows and chickens
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The chickens you love to eat
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Not those you have to treat
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I'm going back to the farm
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[2nd verse:]
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Si said goodbye for he couldn't remain
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Thought that he ought to be taking a train
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Glad that he had just enough for a ticket to
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Take him back home
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When home again all the neighbors appeared
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Ate until late, when the table was cleared
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He told them what he thought of the city
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As he gently milked his beard
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[2nd refrain:]
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Dancing around till the break of the day
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Never was meant for a Reuben or a Jay
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I've seen it all and I'm ready to say
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I'm going back to the farm
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Cabaret life is an awful disgrace
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I've checked my hat till I'm blue in the face
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I went to wash my hands with water
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I had to give the boy a quarter
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What good are Broadway chickens
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With beautiful fancy legs
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'Less they can lay some eggs
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I'm going back to the farm
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I'm Going Back To The Farm
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| Irving Berlin |
