Mama’s in the back yard garden
Papa’s in the mine
And workin’ to get paid for a livin
Aint no dream of mine
Singin these songs got me thinkin
Thinkin bout my time
Do I want to spend it a sweatin
Standin in line
Sunny days are comin with the new spring
Flowers at the dawn
Birds whistlin sweet softly
And singin on the lawn
So I’m packin my bags for the long trip
And leavin in the morn
Hitchin a ride to New York city
Gonna start me a storm
Do do do do do do
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