The good Lord made man, then he rested for a little while
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Said look what I've done, ain't he pretty, then he cracked a smile
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I'll watch him grow, I'll hear him talk, learn to love and fight
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But when he's had his fill of these I'll walk him through the night
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To someplace green (someplace green)
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Someplace nice (someplace nice)
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Someplace that I (ooh-ooh) call paradise
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Growin' greener in the rain
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Waitin' there for man to claim
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The good Lord looked down on the earth one afternoon and frowned
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Said man ain't learned an awful lot since I carved him out of ground
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He's built a lot of steeples of clay and rocks and sand
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But he hasn't learned to get along with his fellow man
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And someplace green (someplace green)
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Someplace nice (someplace nice)
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Someplace that I (ooh-ooh) call paradise
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Is growin' greener in the rain
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Waitin' there for man to claim
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The good Lord's been around a while, he'll turn a tee at least
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And I guess he'll be around a while, when time and tide have ceased
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Lookin' down from somewhere, tryin' hard to find
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If man has earned his paradise the other side of time
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And someplace green (someplace green)
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Someplace nice (someplace nice)
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Someplace that he calls paradise
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Is growin' greener in the rain
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Waitin' there for man to claim
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Yes growin' green, green, green in the rai-ai-ain
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Waitin' there for man to claim
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Someplace Green
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Oak Ridge Boys |