I live in the midst of a strawberry field
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I pick the strawberries and hand some to you
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And if the fruit doesn’t suit you I’ll hand you some flowers
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A strawberry field is a rose garden too
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And I love it, every day of my life
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I love my children and I’m true to my wife
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And I love you, won’tcha come be my friend
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You may never get another chance to be insane again
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Na-na-na……….
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I’m rich so I’m able to do as I choose
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So I cut paper dolls out of yesterday’s news
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I shop at the market, I dine at the grand
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My uncle plays drums in a twenty piece band
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And I love it, every day of my life
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I love my children and I’m true to my wife
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And I love you, won’tcha come be my friend
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You may never get another chance to be insane again
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Na-na-na……….
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WON’TCHA COME BE MY FRIEND
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| Roger Miller |
