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sons
And daughters that don't belong to anyone
And we are alone under this sun
And we work to fix the work that you've undone

When cries for help go
Welcome home
We carry on

When our lives come undone
We carry on
'Cause there's promise in the morning sun
We carry on
As the dark surrenders
nothing will feel worse
Than dying on the job

Fuzzy sun
When you have come undone
Fuzzy sun
A boy must have his fun

A cigarette to brand a baby's arm
but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up
but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up
a funy funny riddle
Thank god I'm a country boy

When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow
but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up
but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up
but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up
but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up
but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up
but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up
All these work ever I done, 
Been beneath that burning sun 
So that tobacco around to cure. 
I would chop that wicked weed 
Till our hands
A page is turned by the wind to a boy in curly grin 
With a world to conquer at the age of ten 
But as history unfolds and the storybook is told
Making money at thirty with a wife and a son
Then a short five years later it all comes undone
She's gone back to mama with the boy by her side
a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy

When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up the bow
The kids
again
Oh, that's a life of a country boy 
He works from sun to sun
He's just a hard workin' country lad 
But he's a happy son of a gun.

He's just
Making money at thirty with a wife and a son
Then a short five years later it all comes undone
She's gone back to mama with the boy by her side
the sun don't shine
Takin' off my hat leave it to the boys
Get that old work monkey down off my back
All I want's a little peace and noise
Hit
suns
Its work cannot be undone
Horus hermes trismagistos
The calls of the universal panthenon
Realities fold and submerge
When gods combat against their
Thank God I'm a country boy

When the work's all done and the sun's settlin' low
I pull out my fiddle and I rosin up my bow
Well, the kids are asleep so I
so bad?

If they ever let me go,
Big Daddy won't be a bad boy no more

Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey

Have to work from sun
Sittin' by myself in the summertime, when the heat is burnin' down
Watchin' the golden crops in the field just growin' without a sound
I was a boy
'Til the sun don't shine.

Takin' off my hat leave it to the boys
Get that old work monkey down off my back
All I want's a little peace and noise
Saving nickles saving dimes,
Work until the sun don't shine,
Looking forward to happier times on Blue Bayou.

[Chorus]

Oh that boy of mine, by my