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Born a poor young country boy--mother nature’s son
All day long I’m sitting singing songs for everyone.
Sit beside a mountain stream--see her waters rise
Listen to the pretty sound of music as she flies.
Find me in my field of grass--mother nature’s son
Swaying daises sing a lazy song beneath the sun.
Mother nature’s son.
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