Bit by bit, gonna get my bricks out in the sticks
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Bit by bit, gonna build my house in the wildest thickets
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Gonna get away from all those mouths and my shit
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Gonna say good-bye to all the la-di-da-di-da-di-da-di-da
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I¡¯m getting on a mountain, away from the people on the ground and
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Some cop sticking up my wagon
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One by one, I¡¯m gonna get my properties all bundled up
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To the branch of a poplar tree and saunter off
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With a buck and a wildebeest
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I¡¯m getting lost, I¡¯m getting lost, I¡¯m getting lost
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I¡¯m getting on a mountain, away from the people on the ground and
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Some cop sticking up my wagon
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Chop chop we gonna build a cabin, up top on a pretty little mountain
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Fuck off all you people on the ground, ya!
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No I won¡¯t bring too much of anything
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Maybe a little slicker for the rain
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Maybe just a good book and a heart to break
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I¡¯ll make a mistress of a little Wiccan thing
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Bit by bit, gonna get my bricks out in the sticks
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Bit by bit, gonna build my house in the wildest thickets
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Gonna get away from all those mouths and my shit
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Gonna say good bye to all the la-di-da-di-da-di-da-di-da
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I¡¯m getting on a mountain, away from the people on the ground and
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Some cop sticking up my wagon
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Chop chop we gonna build a cabin, up top on a pretty little mountain
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Fuck off all you people on the ground, ya!
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Bit By Bit
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Mother Mother |