| Meet me by the banks of the sweet primrose
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| Follow it down to the shady grove
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| Bonnie blow the breeze by the cabin door
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| No two lovers could ask for more
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| So grab your fiddle and your old banjo
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| Play a country blues so sweet and slow
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| We’ll sing along to the drunkard’s doom
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| And rock all night by the silvery moon
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| These old trees grow straight to heaven
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| So it goes in the shady grove
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| When the old hen crackles and the ground gets cold
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| Our fine buck skin dances through the snow
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| We’ll take to town on a Saturday night
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| You and me baby make such a sight
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| Whiskey, wine, name your pleasure
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| So it goes in the shady grove
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| Hey boys gather 'round
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| We’ll put it up and they’ll tear it down
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| Hey boys rockabye
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| Kiss the pretty girls goodbye
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| Hey boys up on high
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| Don’t you stop till you reach the sky
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| Hey boys let it ring
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| A song for everyone to sing
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| When the fish start biting at the noon day fry
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| The muddy roads have all done dried
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| The honeysuckle says it’s summertime
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| That old yellow sun is mighty kind
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| Hear the seasons come with reasons
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| So it goes in the shady grove
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| Hey boys up on high
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| Don’t you stop till you reach the sky
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| Hey boys let it ring
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| A song for everyone to sing
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| Won’t you be my lullabye, babe
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| In the sweet bye and bye, babe
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| It’s okay to cry and let the sadness pass you by
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| And know I’ll always love you, babe
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| Hey boys gather 'round
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| I’ll put it up and they’ll tear it down
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| Hey boys rock a bye
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| Kiss the pretty girls goodbye
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| Hey boys up on high
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| Don’t you stop till you reach the sky
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| Hey boys let it ring
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| A song for everyone to sing
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| A song for everyone to sing
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| A song for everyone to sing
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| A song for everyone to sing
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| A song for everyone to sing |