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time, me, I'm still the same I ain't above my raisin' and I ain't about to change I wouldn't trade my Wranglers for the finest gaberdine Lord, I've got
To hitchhike from Saginaw Laughing on the bus Playing games with the faces She said the man in the Gaberdine suit was a spy i said be careful His bowtie is
will I take ? What will I save in the fire A stopped clock and a stop watch name engraved on the back A white linen shirt , a vintage gaberdine mac
To hitchhike from Saginaw And we walked off to look for America Laughing on the bus Playing games with the faces She said the man in the Gaberdine suit was
the same. I ain't above my raisin' and I ain't about to change. I wouldn't trade my Wranglers for the finest gaberdine. Lord, I've got country in my genes.
the gaberdine suit was a spy I said be careful, his bowtie is really a camera Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat We smoked the last one
Well bless my soul she's right on time Dressed to kill she looks so fine Like greta garbo in gaberdine Her image on the silverscreen Well it's
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