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Plaid Shirts and Umbrellas,
The staple of the Land
I have an Axe in my rear Window
And a Shotgun in my Hands
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Forecasts aren’t givin'
For when it’s gonna rain
We give the News to chase away your Blues
Of when it won’t be the same..
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So don’t move to Oregon,
The land of Rain and Bears
Where Paul Bunyon’s the local Hero
And you can never cut your Hair..
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Clouds by day and clouds by Night
When will we see the Sky?
Next Week, next Month, or next Year?
Maybe before you die!
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So, no move to Oregon
Where you can’t even pump your Gas
If someone asks, say “PASS!”
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If you’re by the Shore and listen close
You’ll be in for a Surprise
Not the sound of Whales, or Dolphins
But a distant, “HEY YOU GUYS!”
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If you survive the Woods
There aren’t that many
But the Ones who do, get Dysentery..
Wooh, Guys!
If you survive the Woods..
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There aren’t that many
But the Ones who do
get Dysentery..
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Hey, You Guys! I got Dysentary!
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