Born a poor young country boy
Mother Nature's son.
All day long I'm sitting singing songs for everyone.
Sit besiude a mountain stream-see her waters rise.
Listen to the pretty sound of music as she flies,
Find me in my field of grass Mother Nature's son.
Swaying daises sing a lazy song beneath the sun.
Mother Nature's son ♫
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