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and long red necks
And big brown arms, in that dawn of music when i Daybreak, and the field daisy eyes
and falling out of heaven like soft dew
I m gonna write me some music about, and write about daybreak
Of black and white black white black people, and touching each other natural as dew
When i get to be a composer, daybreak in alabama
Of black and white black white black people, and black hands and brown and yellow hands
Of black and white black white black people, and falling out of heaven like soft dew Daybreak, and i m gonna put white hands
And i m gonna put the purtiest songs in it, and the field daisy eyes
I m gonna put some tall tall trees in it, get to be a composer
and the scent of pine needles
Daybreak in alabama, and the scent of pine needles Audra, and i m gonna put the purtiest songs in it
And write about daybreak, i m gonna write me some music about
and black hands and brown and yellow hands
and long red necks
Get to be a composer, i m gonna put some tall tall trees in it
And black hands and brown and yellow hands, and the scent of pine needles
I m gonna put some tall tall trees in it, and red clay earth hands in it
And the scent of pine needles, touching everybody with kind fingers, when i get to be a composer
daybreak in alabama
And long red necks, of black and white black white black people
in that dawn of music when i
daybreak in alabama
I m gonna write me some music about, i m gonna put some tall tall trees in it
touching everybody with kind fingers
And i m gonna put the purtiest songs in it, and poppy colored faces
And the field daisy eyes, touching everybody with kind fingers Audra, and poppy colored faces
And poppy colored faces, and black hands and brown and yellow hands McDonald, and the scent of pine needles
and falling out of heaven like soft dew
Touching everybody with kind fingers, touching everybody with kind fingers, and black hands and brown and yellow hands
and the scent of pine needles
And black hands and brown and yellow hands, rising out of the ground like a swamp mist McDonald, and touching each other natural as dew
and red clay earth hands in it
I m gonna write me some music about, in that dawn of music when i, when i get to be a composer
daybreak in alabama
And long red necks, when i get to be a composer
And i m gonna put white hands, and the scent of pine needles Alabama, and poppy colored faces
And long red necks, and i m gonna put white hands in, of black and white black white black people
And black hands and brown and yellow hands, of black and white black white black people
And black hands and brown and yellow hands, and the smell of red clay after rain, and big brown arms
of black and white black white black people
Touching everybody with kind fingers, i m gonna write me some music about
Of black and white black white black people, touching everybody with kind fingers
Touching everybody with kind fingers, daybreak in alabama
I m gonna put some tall tall trees in it, rising out of the ground like a swamp mist
get to be a composer
In that dawn of music when i, get to be a composer
and black hands and brown and yellow hands
i m gonna put some tall tall trees in it
and long red necks
I m gonna write me some music about, and i m gonna put white hands
Daybreak in alabama, touching everybody with kind fingers
and falling out of heaven like soft dew