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Born a poor young country boy--
Mother Nature's son.
All day longn 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.