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Bobby Darin
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Long Line Rider
Lyricist:Bobby Darin
Wettin' it down, boss Wet it down Wipin' it off, boss Wipe it off
Doin' ten to twenty hard Swingin' twelve pounds in the yard Every day Every day
I came in with a group of twenty There ain't left but half as many In the clay In the clay
Long line rider, turn away
There's a farm in Arkansas Got some secrets in its floor In decay In decay
You can tell where they're at Nothin' grows, the ground is flat Where they lay Where they lay
Long line rider, turn away
All the records show so clear Not a single man was here Anyway Anyway
That's the tale the warden tells As he counts his empty shells By the day Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com By the day
Hey, long line rider, turn away
Someone screams investigate Excuse me sir, it's a little late Let us pray Let us pray
This kinda thing can't happen here 'Specially not in an election year Outta my way Outta my way
Hey, long line rider, turn away
There's a funny taste in the air Big bulldozers everywhere Diggin' clay Turnin' clay
And the ground coughs up some roots Wearin' denim shirts and boots Haul 'em away Haul 'em away
Hey, long line rider, turn away
Well, I heard a brother moan 'Why they plowin' up my home?' In this way In this way
I said, 'Buddy, shake your gloom They're just here to make more room In the clay' U.S.A.
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