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Kentucky Headhunters Stompin Grounds

Sittin' in a pea patch pickin' up paw-paws Checkin' out my baby in her short, short overalls I got a job in the city, but I can't go to work The boss

Did ya hear the sound of a wipper willow, Smell the smell of a moonshine still, Through the top of the clouds, I call your name, But the runnin water