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| When I was a child my | family would | travel |
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| Down to Western Kentucky where my | parents were | born |
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| And there's a backward old town that's | often | remembered |
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| So many times that my | mem'ries are | worn |
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| And daddy, won't you take me back to | Muhlenberg | County |
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| Down by the Green River where | Paradise | lay |
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| Well, I'm sorry my son, but your | too late in | askin' |
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| Mister Peabody's train has | hauled it | away |
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| Well, sometimes we'd travel right | down the Green | River |
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| To the abandoned old prison down | by Adrie | Hill |
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| Where the air smelled like snakes and we'd | shoot with our |
| pistols |
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| But empty pop bottles was | all we would | kill |
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| And daddy, won't you take me back to | Muhlenberg | County |
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| Down by the Green River where | Paradise | lay |
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| Well, I'm sorry my son, but your | too late in | askin' |
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| Mister Peabody's train has | hauled it | away |
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| The coal company came with the | world's largest | shovel |
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| And they tortured the timber and | stripped all the | land |
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| Well, they dug for the coal 'till the | land was | forsaken |
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| Then they wrote it all down as the | progress of | man |
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| And daddy, won't you take me back to | Muhlenberg | County |
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| Down by the Green River where | Paradise | lay |
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| Well, I'm sorry my son, but your | too late in | askin' |
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| Mister Peabody's train has | hauled it | away |
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| When I die let my ashes float | down the Green | River |
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| Let my soul roll on up to the | Rochester | Dam |
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| I'll be halfway to heaven with | Paradise | waiting |
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| Just five miles away from where | ever I | am |
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| And daddy, won't you take me back to | Muhlenberg | County |
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| Down by the Green River where | Paradise | lay |
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| Well, I'm sorry my son, but your | too late in | askin' |
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| Mister Peabody's train has | hauled it | away |