The All Golden

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He is not your run
 of the mill garden variety
 Alabama country faire.
 Left on Silver Lake
 he keeps a small apartment top
 an Oriental food store there.
 He returned from Alabama
 to see what he could see.
 Off the record he is hungry
 though he works hard in his
 Alabama country fair.
 I should think he'd fade away
 the way that Bohemians often bare
 the frigid air.
 He returned from Alabama
 to see what he could see.
 Constant commentary by the wayside.
 Nowadays them country boys
 don't cotton much to one two three four.
 Rest your team.
 Work out in the All Golden!
 You will know why hayseeds
 go back to the country.
 Constant calm might still
 our stately union.
 Nowadays a Yankee dread
 not take his time to wend to sea.
 Forget to bear your arms
 in the All Golden.
 You will know why hayseeds
 go back to the country.
 Might as well not 'low
 for one more go round.
 That's all folks.
 Them hayseeds go back
 to the country.
 Ja git it? Alright.

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Duration
04:07
Key
6
Tempo
81 BPM

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