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Ween 12 Golden Country Greats

Slow four, one, two, three, four Bless the father bless the son Cross your heart 'cause you're the one Collectin' moon-beams in the mornin' Curvy sticks

I don't wanna leave you on the farm I don't wanna leave you on the farm I don't wanna go, oh just so you know I don't wanna leave you on the farm Days

Fluffy furry Buddy chewed his leg on the porch why'd you do it fluffy on the porch good dog fluffy o-old friend my pal fluffy's got his buddy

I'm flyin (flying) in a frame of my mind that time cannot erase I'm seein' (seein') the future, the past as I lay the present to waste I'm scopin' (

Like a japanese cowboy or a brother on skates like a blizzard in Georgia or a train runnin' late I call out your name girl in the heat of the night and

My dinner's on fire while she watches TV and if you've ever wondered what it's like to be me she takes all my money and leaves me no smokes yells

There's a sweater wearin' coat totin' boot footin' good lookin' man on town there's a smooth-talkin' funny walkin' dude around there's a pretty girl