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| Boss of the grassy green | |
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| Did you ever have a nickname Boss | |
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| The night is trotting toward me Boss | |
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| What color is your collar Boss | |
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| You’re the hay maker Boss | |
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| Do you get happy Boss do you | |
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| Do you have a table | |
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| O Boss sometimes you take it all | |
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| Are you ever sorry Boss ever | |
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| You spread the nighttime Boss | |
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| I told that old dog he | |
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| Why Boss why do the days drift by | |
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| Are you ever in my chest Boss | |
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| If you had a feed sack Boss what | |
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| How big is your hand Boss hold it up | |
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| The light inside the shadow how | |
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| I like the weaving bees I like | |
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| There was a fox Boss in my dream | |
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| You swirl the dirt like nobody’s business | |
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| I’ve got butterflies Boss | |
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| You make it all seem easy Boss | |
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| Yes I’ve tried to hide my face | |
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| Did you pull yourself up by your bootstraps Boss | |
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| I’m sure you’ve got a sweet spot | |
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| I guess you’ve got a lot | |
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| You toss the stars like clover seed | |
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| That bare branch that branch made black | |
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| The two of us we’re cut | |
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| Boss of the blue sky boss | |
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| You move in every direction | |
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| Did you teach the woodpecker how | |
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| The birds the bugs even the trees Boss | |
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| When you push the clouds so close together Boss | |
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| The river looks so level Boss | |
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| Is that you Boss is that | |
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| Of course I like the sun | |
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| Do you have a busy season Boss | |
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| I’m happy Boss happy as a bird | |
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| Did you boss the horse against the barn | |
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| Is there another sky besides | |
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| The field is flatter than | |
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| Unless my nose is itchy Boss | |
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| If I say I’ve sprung the spring in my step | |
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| I wonder Boss in all | |
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| Before my eye was burning like | |
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| The way that buzzard hops it makes | |
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| I put my face against | |
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| When I chop wood you warm me twice | |
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| O boss of ashes boss of dust | |
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| I’ve got a picture of you Boss | |
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| I got up early Boss the moon | |
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| Your other favorite word | |
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| I’m like an oak tree Boss O | |
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| You windy blowhard Boss | |
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| Do you put your trousers on one leg | |
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| Are you against me Boss | |
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| Say what have you got underneath | |
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| Guess what Boss I’m not even | |
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| When I see the shadow of the hawk | |
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| Can I say whew to you now Boss | |
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| You let out light to tease the shadows | |
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| Listen Boss don’t think that I | |
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| My hay day Boss is every day | |
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| If I didn’t know you better Boss | |
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| The first hawk you hung up in the sky | |
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| You know that little song | |
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| It doesn’t bother me Boss to have | |
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| Is your barn stuffed to the roof beam | |
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| Beyond the field this time | |
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| Would you trade hee-haws with a crow | |
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| Does an old dog toll beside you Boss | |
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| You leave a little night inside | |
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| Would you be lonesome if I swam | |
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| We’ve always been like this | |
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| You raise the hawk you hoist the crows | |
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| Thank you for the leaf Boss | |
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| Am I your helper Boss or am 93 I’ve got one thing to say to you | |