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got cabin fever we've lost what sense we had
We got cabin fever, we're all going mad

Grab your partner by the ears
Lash him to the wheel
Do-si-do
On the Tennessee Mare and the Tennessee Stud 

Pretty little baby on the cabin floor 
And a little horse colt playing 'round the door 
I love the girl with
on the Tennessee Stud
I had a little trouble with my sweetheart's pa
And one of her brothers was a bad outlaw
I sent her a letter by my Uncle Fudd
Then I rode away
the chill
And he said he heard the angels singing 'Cabin on the Hill'
Through the springtime he was groaning 'The good times are past and gone'
By
On the Tennessee mare and the Tennessee stud

There's a pretty little baby on the cabin floor
A little hos colt playin' 'round the door
I love the girl with
I say because
"This type of shit it happens everyday"

Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit?
What are you a idiot?
Listen to the lyrics I
The chandeliers were swaying
From the balustrades above
The orchestra was playing
Songs of faded love

The watchman, he lay dreaming
As the ballroom dancers twirled
the mountains and the valleys wide
Come to Big Muddy, but we forded the flood
On a Tennessee mare and a Tennessee stud

Pretty little baby on the cabin floor
say because
"This type of shit it happens everyday"

Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit?
What are you a idiot?
Listen to the lyrics I spit like
I say because
"This type of shit it happens everyday"

Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit?
What are you a idiot?
Listen to the lyrics I
I say because
"This type of shit it happens everyday"

Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit?
What are you a idiot?
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good baby I'll be home in a week."
Pinchin' myself just to see if I'm dreaming, 
Call up my team and meet me by the docks in Miami, 
I fly out this
I say because
"This type of shit it happens everyday"

Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit?
What are you a idiot?
Listen to the lyrics I
I say because
"This type of shit it happens everyday"

Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit?
What are you a idiot?
Listen to the lyrics I
orange and cranberry hospital juice
I have little use for sunglasses and Advil
I’m sober, street dreaming, hitting mics with mad appeal
Always had
There's a four-pronged buck a-swinging
In the shadow of my cabin
And it roamed the velvet valley till today
But I tracked it by the river
And I