wakin up feelin good and limber
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when the telephone it ring
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was a bad man from california
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tellin of a storm he'd bring
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and of better days
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from this town, we'd escape
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if we holler loud and make our way
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we'd all live one big holiday
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so we listened and up the river
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and recorded all the sounds
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was some shakin and some record playin
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all the leather kids were loud
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one big holiday
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One Big Holiday
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| My Morning Jacket |
