| Do you remember, jody baxter
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| When the whippoorwill sings
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| How you stole across the pasture
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| To the little hidden spring?
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| Where you laid down by the water
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| On a bed of spanish moss
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| And dreamed
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| When wind was on the prairie
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| And the fire was in the stove
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| With the wood you had to carry
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| From the corner of the grove
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| And your daddy let you disappear
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| With all your fishing gear
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| Into the cove
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| And it was good, good, good
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| But now it’s gone, gone, gone
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| And there’s a little boy
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| Who’s lost out in the woods
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| Always looking for the fawn
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| I remember, jody baxter
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| When I hid out in the corn
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| How the clouds were moving faster
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| With the coming of the storm
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| And I knew that I had broken
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| Something I could not repair
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| And I mourned
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| Because the field was green as eden
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| Then it withered into brown
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| In the middle of my grieving
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| They came and cut it down
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| And I was sure that it was all my fault
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| The day they mowed the garden
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| To the ground
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| What was good, good, good
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| Is gone, gone, gone
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| And there’s a little boy
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| Who’s lost out in the woods
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| Always looking for the fawn
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| So come back to me
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| Please, come back to me
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| Is there any way that we can
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| Change the ending of this tragedy?
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| Or does it have to be this way?
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| I can see you, jody baxter
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| Now you’re broken by the years
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| As you lie down in the aster
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| And listen for the deer
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| And I’m a million miles away
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| But I still pray the fawn can find me
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| Here |