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Three in the front, got three in the back
Side by side headin' down to the track
Kentucky green from a hand to hand
What do you mean you don't
really tough that you
keep the record player going by rubbing two sticks together. And if all else fails, throw
the record away... build your own green
Waiting for that time to come
Where the green grass grows
Tomorrow never knows

In the field your long hair flows
Down by the tail end of the tracks
running
I keep running
I keep running with you

Green lights and the radio
No stop signs or crossroads
Stars up and a place to go
Let the good days follow
the sun don't shine

Tomorrow morning I swear to my soul
I'm gonna go cut me a hickory pole
And sit right back by the fishin' hole all day

Tomorrow
the sun don't shine
Tomorrow morning I swear to my soul
I'm gonna go cut me a hickory pole
And sit right back by the fishin' hole all day
Tomorrow
I love to go a-wandering,
Along the mountain track,
And as I go, I love to sing,
My knapsack on my back.

Val-deri,Val-dera,
Val-deri,
of what she'd done, rumors of what she'd do
Kept folks off the track of Hattie's shack
In the back of the Black Bayou

One day brought the rain
with the funk type shit
This is it, so get with the skit motherfucker

	Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
	Who am I E.D. the Green Eyed Bandit
Over here by the railroad track
And I wish to the Lord that I was back in Georgia
Blue water in the indian sun,
Calling me when the day is done
Mama
Over here by the railroad track
And I wish to the Lord that I was back in Georgia

Blue water in the indian sun,
Calling me when the day is done
I love to go a-wandering
Along the mountain track
And as I go, I love to sing
My knapsack on my back

Val-deri, val-dera
Val-deri, val-dera
Ha, ha,
Over here by the railroad track

And I wish to the Lord that I was back in Georgia
Blue water in the Indian sun,
Calling me when the day is done
He was the King of trees
Keeper of the leaves
A deep green god of young
Love stained memory
We used to meet by him
Far from the hustling town
I
He was the King of trees
Keeper of the leaves
A deep green god of young
Love stained memory
We used to meet by him
Far from the hustling town
I
Diesel smoke climbin' to the clear blue sky I sit here wonderin' wanderin' why
I leave her everytime I love her
Green grass growin' by picket fence
To where the highway met
Dead end tracks
The ground is now cement and glass
And far away

Heal her soul, carry her, my angel, Ohio

Green green youth
And the land was green
Before the tank came
One day I learned just how it used to be
The devils' curse brought the whole world to it's knees
And it was "Hey
and the hookers meet
Diners and strip club junk
Bookstores and punk rock clubs

I'm as green as this blade
In the grass that bends
In the wind that blows
dog, days was green
One righteous man fought for his right, gods pupil
Yo, that's my fam, we snatch me out of big head van
We tought you how to get gain,
dancing barefoot by the seashore
Dirt track, turn 4
Pedal to the medal gonna show you what we're here for
Six strings, good songs
Ole wooden boat with
old fashion shoe
Found his daddy's hat
And he found little Muley and Muley said
They've been tractored out by the cats
They've been tractored out by
I love to go a-wandering
Along the mountain track 
And as I go, I love to sing
My knapsack on my back

[Chorus]
Val-deri, val-dera
Val-deri,
pumped the pimp
That fed the fiends
He got jumped by the brothers in Ft. Green
They slapped the mack
That kept us back
Sucker suckin' the hood like
dreamily on that sentimental world and there's 
Dancing in Paradise... 
Blue green ship in turquoise bay
Swollen bauxite-red river rushing 
Stream rising