| In Swannanoa,
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| People like to go-a,
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| Floatin' down the river all day.
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| Gettin' lazy,
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| Gets a little hazy,
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| Just washin' all their trouble away.
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| You wanna meet me?
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| Baby, what a treat it’d be to
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| Love you while we lie in the grass,
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| Sleep under the big mountain Sun,
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| And let the day go past.
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| You come from the city,
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| Baby, such a pity,
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| Gonna show you somewhere you’ve never been,
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| Put your toes in the water,
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| Doubt you’ll ever wanna ever
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| Think about the city again,
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| We’ll have some homemade wine,
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| While the full Moon shines,
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| I’ll be your honey, baby,
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| You’ll be mine,
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| Just get to Swannanoa,
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| Come on, have a whistle with me!
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| (Whistling)
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| Everyone you meet is a friend,
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| Waving as you go round the bend,
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| Only thing that matters is you ended up here,
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| Ain’t nobody give a care where you’ve been!
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| So just leave the big city behind,
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| Lights are gonna make you go blind,
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| Out here on the river you can open your eyes,
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| See life, just drifting by…
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| (That a boy, stay a while, stay a while,
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| Settle down with a nice tomato,
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| No need to rush around…)
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| We’ll have some homemade wine
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| While the full Moon shines,
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| I’ll be your honey, baby, you’ll be mine,
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| Just get to Swannanoa,
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| Come on over, whistle with me! |