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[Verse 1]
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Things are usually harder than they seem to need to be
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You learn that up on these stump branches by your momma’s knee
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As she’s stooped over swearing at the cow to please hold still
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And gray into the pale steamed winter milk
[Verse 2]
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And a lot of different men passed through for pickin’ or for hen
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And most are famous certain for going to beer parlors than saving
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And it’s only the rare one who isn’t mainly on the make
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And him, he took a job at Williams Lake
[Chorus 1]
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Well it didn’t seem too much unless you got
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How underneath it flows the long, so full and hot
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Like a June creek, when all the snow is melt
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That no one dreams would run as thin as winter milk
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