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Green Corn lyrics
Then I think of all the things I never wanna do
Think of all the people I never wanna meet
I close my eyes and I go to sleep
Tully baby, you're trapped behind your golden bars
I'm the Prince of poverty hangin' out in bars
Your life's a Mercedes, a mansion with a pool
My life's on a bus stop just waiting for some fuel
Your disgusts me, I see through your macho lies
Fight everything you stand for
There's something in your purse baby, my head is getting sore
Maybe what we had was just green corn
Then I think of all the things I never wanna do
Think of all the people I never wanna meet
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- Track 4 on Country Blues for Kids
- 3 Mrs. Butterworth
- 5 Fishing Blues
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