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Listen to this tune, and commune on the dune, by the "lune" place the host on your tongue, swallow the son of a gun
and the daughter of a bun
...bowing in the sun, exposed and done, no one could hear the humm as she sung
the hummingbird song
drink my drunken nectar so sweet and long, you will find me where I belong
, West Virginia; country roads take me home. Cos' mountain man likes mountin' momma.
