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As I walk the length of your broken fence
A
I cannot help but look inside
E
‘Til someone hollers hey don’t you pry
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And I’m standing at the gate
D A
Now go and get you derelict or I’ll sick my hounds on you
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So I took off without mouthing off
A
Down the road to the State Fair
Now I see chickens I see goats, I see the prize blue ribbon bird
But she ain’t mine, mine placed third
Down at the State Fair
Now the State Fair has that carnie feel and its smelling like my livestock barn
And the bearded lady’s nice to me
We have cocktails in her trailer
Take it
Now her boyfriend he’s the beanbag man
He’s jealous as all hell you see
He caught me in her ole Airstreamer
Yes but, I ain’t no home wrecker
On the way back home I pass again
The broken fence and I’m standing at the gate
I said buddy why don’t you mend it
And he let his hell hounds loose
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