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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.
(Beatles)
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