Go walkabout
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Don't move too slow
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I really think this area's the place to go
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See my boots
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Done up real tight
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Another shameless blessing in a thin disguise
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Who is that man in brown
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Who followed me around?
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I never went to town
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I just hung around
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Well it's the place to go
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So don't you move too slow
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It's not so far away
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What more can I say?
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Is this the way? I can't decide
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I only know the places when I see the signs
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Full of life get up and go
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It's just the kind of feeling when I'm on the row
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Where is that winding lane
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That takes me home again?
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I walk right through the trees
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Down on my knees
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Well it's the place to go
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So don't you move too slow
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It's not so far away
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What more can I say?
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We'll walk about
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Surround ourselves in shades of green
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We might get lost
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But I can read the signs
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Go walkabout
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Don't move too slow
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I really think this area's the place to go
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See my boots
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Done up real tight
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Another shameless blessing in a thin disguise
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Who is that man in brown
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He really brought me down
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I never went to town
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I just hung around
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Walkabout
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Farmer's Boys |