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Well, Im a country bumpkin,
Yeah, I guess thats what I am.
I know how to make a u-turn,
And I know how to turn a ram.
I sure is used to travellin
A hundred miles just aint too far.
Cos thats my neighbour, pardner,
Country bumpkins what I are.
(1)
Theres always beans at brekky
And theres always wind at lunch.
Plenty of open space though
When it comes down to the crunch.
Dem city fumes are toxic
From factories and cars,
But out here in the country,
Its just the wind us bumpkins pass.
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(2)
Out here aint no McDonalds
But McDonald has a farm
And on his farm he has a gun,
But out here dont do no harm.
Any vermin on his property,
McBang, and the vermins had it.
One thing I can tell you folks,
I dont wanna try McRabbit.
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(3)
Out here, aint got no TV
No reception anyway.
Stupid TV stations
More than a thousand miles away.
But we can watch the sunrise,
And watch the cattle run,
And we can count sheep day and night,
Who said us folks were dumb!
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