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Have you been to the cumberland gap? Oh no.
Fix your eyes on the green of the map... Oh no.
Where the appalachians rise? Oh no.
Oh no.
Have you tasted the finest of trout? Oh no.
Have you slept in a log-burning house... Oh no.
With your feet flopping over the couch? Oh no.
Oh no.
Like Mighty Joe Moon there is no controlling him.
Drive off a bridge if he choose to swim.
Mighty Joe Moon can’t prevent what is heaven sent.
Joe can’t control where his money goes.
He’s Mighty Joe.
Have you been to the cumberland gap? Oh no.
The air is sweeter than oranges now. Oh no.
Oh no.
And Mighty Joe Moon there is no controlling him.
Drive off a bridge if he choose to swim.
Mighty Joe Moon can’t prevent what is heaven sent.
Joe can’t control where his money goes.
He’s Mighty Joe