| I was standing inside the corner
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| Of my country
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| When for the first time ever
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| An airplane come, chose to speed over me
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| The pilot he gave me a secret special hello
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| He shook his wings at me
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| The co-pilot he threw down these curtains
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| From a cut-down tree
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| I guess he did not know
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| I cannot cipher I cannot read
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| And so I did not know
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| What these men in the sky
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| Wanted from me
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| God damn I know
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| The lord made me slow
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| God damn I know
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| The lord made me slow
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| I followed the plane it circled around
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| It landed on the main street of my home town
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| The pilot and co-pilot step out
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| And set up shop by the tail piece
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| The co-pilot gets a nod from the pilot
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| He clears his throat, starts all fancy talking, he says
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| «We're with the government
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| And if you want to be part of our nation
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| Then all you slow country people
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| Will need yourselves a mark of vaccination»
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| Well I guess he must have caught a cold
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| Riding around in all that open air machinery
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| Cause when he was done speechifying
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| He let out a deep whooping cough
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| That landed on my arm
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| Yeah, well, me coming from good manners and good people
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| Well, I just rolled up my sleeve
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| So as not to cause him any shame
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| Then the co-pilot looks at me and he says this right here
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| «Well, boy, I guess you’s gonna be the first to volunteer»
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| And I said, «Why, is there gonna be some fighting?»
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| «Oh, there’s gonna be some fighting alright»
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| And then I swear the copilot and pilot
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| «You rolled up your dirty country sleeve
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| They looked at each other and laughed just a little bit
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| You think you my highfalutin city ways?
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| And when I think about it
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| I think they might have been laughing at me
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| Well, country boy, you are so country slow
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| But I really don’t know
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| I’m just so goddamn slow
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| There is so much you will never, never, ever know"
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| God damn I know
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| The lord made me slow
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| God damn I know
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| The lord made me slow
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| And then the co-pilot whips out this horse sized needle
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| And he gouges me in the arm
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| Yeah, well, it was just below my sleeve roll
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| And the pain, it knocked me down to my business end
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| Yeah, well, then my cousin came
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| And whipped the hypodermic out of my muscle
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| And turned to revenge upon the men
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| And though I had much pain
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| I had to laugh
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| Because he hypodermicized their tires
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| And now the highfalutin government machine
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| Is moving as slow as me
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| Now the highfalutin government machine
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| Is moving as slow as me
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| All across the nation
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| All across this great nation
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| Moving as slow as me
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| God damn I know
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| The lord made me slow
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| God damn I know
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| The lord made me slow
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| God damn I know
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| The lord made me slow
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| God damn I know
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| The lord made me slow
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| Lord made me slow |