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Whippoorwill won't ya listen
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To my roaming story
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We started out frying
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up a morning glory
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I tell you 'bout the things ya like t©öknow I found
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& how the moon woke us up with a jigglin' sound
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In my fine leather truck
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So I rolled up my dirty red pants
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Took my shoes off
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Crossed my legs when I danced
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I did the hyena, the milkman and the fox-trot
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We smoked our last then headed for the Pine Knot
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In my fine leather truck
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Then the rain came down
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& soaked us all up
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Could not keep the technology
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from suckin' us up
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Spiderman was all I could remember then
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We crossed the walls
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& left that ugly town
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In my fine leather truck s
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