| Bah! |
| Ba-ba-ba-Bah! |
| Ba-ba-ba-Bah!
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| Bah! |
| Ba-ba-ba-Bah! |
| Ba-ba-ba-Bah!
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| When the world in which you live in,
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| Gets a bit too much to bear,
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| And you need someone to lean on,
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| When you look, there’s no one there
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| You’re gonna find me, out in the country,
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| Yeah, you’re gonna find me, way out in the country,
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| Where the air is good, and the day is fine,
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| And the pretty girl, has a hand in mine,
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| And the silver stream, is a poor man’s wine,
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| In the country, in the country
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| When you’re walking in the city,
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| And you’re feeling rather small,
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| And the people on the sidewalk,
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| Seem to form a solid wall
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| You’re gonna find me, out in the country,
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| Hey, you’re gonna find me, way out in the country,
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| Where the air is good, and the day is fine,
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| And the pretty girl, has a hand in mine,
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| And the silver stream, is a poor man’s wine,
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| In the country, in the country
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| Hurry, hurry, hurry,
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| For the time is slipping by,
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| You don’t need a ticket,
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| It belongs to you and I Come on an join me, out in the country,
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| Where the air is good, and the day is fine,
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| And the pretty girl, has a hand in mine,
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| And the silver stream, is a poor man’s wine,
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| In the country, in the country
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| Bah! |
| Ba-ba-ba-Bah! |
| Ba-ba-ba-Bah!
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| Bah! |
| Ba-ba-ba-Bah! |
| Ba-ba-ba-Bah! |