I used to do the tug of war
I used to do the tight rope dance
Fishing for a story with a whole tone scale
I could live under water given half a chance
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The weather in the papers say it's golden growing timeI'm going to do the front porch dance
Is it really any wonder?
They're plowing up the grapes to make that blind sided wine
Like a visionary tractor man
I'm going to plant a brand new crop
I'm going to start a sun burned face
I'm going to make the barnyard dance
With a hey-d'lio holler and a boom-boom pace
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Bridge:
Everybody's got a job to doI'm going to need a little sun
(tell me something I don't know)
The seamstress and the reaper will help you
Reap just what you sow
I'm planting everything I own
I'm planting everything it takes
Then I'm going to get good footing
And plow and plant and rain and wait
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