BORN A POOR YOUNG COUNTRY BOY,
MOTHER NATURE'S SON,
ALL DAY LONG I'M SITTING, SINGING SONGS FOR EVERYONE.

SIT BESIDE A MOUNTAIN STREAM,
SEE HER WATERS RISE;
LISTEN TO THE PRETTY SOUND OF MUSIC AS SHE FLIES.

DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO,
DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO,
DOO-DOO-DOO.

FIND ME IN MY FIELD OF GRASS,
MOTHER NATURE'S SON.
SWAYING DAISIES SING A LAZY SONG BENEATH THE SUN.

DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO,
DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO,
DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO-DOO,
YEAH, YEAH, YEAH.

MM-MM-MM-MM-MM-MM-MM,
MM-MM-MM, OOH-OOH-OOH,
MM-MM-MM-MM-MM-MM-MM,
MM-MM-MM-MM-WAH-WAH-WAH.

WAH - MOTHER NATURE'S SON.


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