文本歌词

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When the world in which you live in
Gets a bit too much to bear
and you need someone to lean on
When you look there's no-one there
You're gona find me out in the country
You're gona find me
way out in the country
Where the air is good
and the day is fine
And the pretty girl
has her hand in mine
And the silver stream
is a poor man's wine
In the country
In the country
if you're walking in the city
and you're feeling rather small
and the people on the sidewalk
seem to form a solid wall
You're gona find me
out in the country
You're gona find me
out in the country
Where the air is good
and the day is fine
And the pretty girl
has her hand in mine
And the silver stream
is a poor man's wine
In the country
In the country
Hurry hurry hurry
for the time is slipping by
You don't need a ticket
it belongs to you and I
Come on and join me
out in the country
Where the air is good
and the day is fine
And the pretty girl
has her hand in mine
And the silver stream
is a poor man's wine
In the country
In the country
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