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and hungry, and our feet are tired and sore
We promise not to stray again from our cabin door

Now Jacob Diverd woke one night from a strange and eerie dream
He
pretty young mouth 

But that was a gay happy winter 
We carved on a cradle of pine 
By the fire in that neat little cabin 
And I sang with that gay
a gay happy winter
We carved on a cradle of pine
By the fire in that neat little cabin
And I sang with that gay wife of mine

Well the South Coast is
a gay happy winter
We carved on a cradle of pine
By the fire in that neat little cabin
And I sang with that gay wife of mine

Well the South Coast is
a gay happy winter
We carved on a cradle of pine
By the fire in that neat little cabin
And I sang with that gay wife of mine

Well the South Coast is
blast from the past! A blast from the past! A blast from the past!" "Baby, you're the greatest."

"From Sun Recording artist, Elvis Presley"

"I
a gay happy winter
We carved on a cradle of pine
By the fire in that neat little cabin
And I sang with that gay wife of mine

Well the South Coast is
newspapers by the kitchen sink
You think I'm off limits driving a 74 dodge Plymouth
Up the street with human feet colored apple-green
With spots eatin
goons fakin' stab wounds, I need to shank the crank 
Elvis Presley Jr., tryin' to be somethin' that you ain't 
No daps, y'all are hoes, y'all go
pretty young mouth 

But that was a gay happy winter 
We carved on a cradle of pine 
By the fire in that neat little cabin 
And I sang with that gay
Fuck they can't stand up next to me 

Competition bring out the best in me 

Shit you talkin weirder than Elvis Presley 

I'm tryin to blow out
a gay happy winter
We carved on a cradle of pine
By the fire in that neat little cabin
And I sang with that gay wife of mine

Well the South Coast is
a gay happy winter
We carved on a cradle of pine
By the fire in that neat little cabin
And I sang with that gay wife of mine

Well the South Coast is
a gay happy winter
We carved on a cradle of pine
By the fire in that neat little cabin
And I sang with that gay wife of mine

Well the South Coast is
a gay happy winter
We carved on a cradle of pine
By the fire in that neat little cabin
And I sang with that gay wife of mine

Well the South Coast is
a gay happy winter
We carved on a cradle of pine
By the fire in that neat little cabin
And I sang with that gay wife of mine

Well the South Coast is
Fuck they can't stand up next to me 

Competition bring out the best in me 

Shit you talkin weirder than Elvis Presley 

I'm tryin to blow out
Fuck they can't stand up next to me 

Competition bring out the best in me 

Shit you talkin weirder than Elvis Presley 

I'm tryin to blow out
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'
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