Mother Mother - Dirty Town Lyrics Quiz

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Don't
 
like
 
living
 
in
 
a
 
dirty
 
town
 
Don't
 
like
 
living
 
in
 
a
 
dirty
 
town
 
I
 
don't
 
like
 
living
 
in
 
a
 
dirty
 
town
 
'Cause
 
a
 
dirty
 
town
 
gets
 
me
 
down
 
I
 
saved
 
up
 
and
 
I
 
bought
 
some
 
land
 
'Cause
 
I
 
can't
 
stand
 
living
 
in
 
a
 
dirty
 
town
 
Yeah,
 
I
 
pinched
 
my
 
pennies
 
and
 
I
 
put
 
'em
 
down
 
And
 
I
 
washed
 
my
 
hands
 
of
 
a
 
dirty
 
town
 
Plant
 
my
 
seeds
 
in
 
the
 
ground
 
Yeah,
 
I
 
put
 
'em
 
down
 
in
 
my
 
newfound
 
land
 
'Cause
 
you
 
can't
 
plant
 
seeds
 
in
 
a
 
dirty
 
town
 
No,
 
you
 
can't
 
plant
 
seeds
 
in
 
a
 
dirty
 
town
 
I
 
choppin'
 
firewood,
 
choppin'
 
firewood
 
(Chop
 
chop
 
chop)
 
Just
 
like
 
a
 
country
 
boy
 
should
 
be
 
chopping
 
wood
 
(I
 
country)
 
My
 
kindling
 
sticks
 
are
 
the
 
perfect
 
little
 
width
 
(Kindling
 
sticks)
 
Get
 
gone
 
from
 
a
 
dirty
 
town,
 
get
 
gone
 
from
 
a
 
dirty
 
town,
 
Everybody
 
now!
 
Get
 
gone
 
from
 
a
 
dirty
 
town,
 
Get
 
gone
 
from
 
a
 
dirty
 
town
 
Ah
 
ah
 
ah
 
all
 
I
 
need
 
is
 
a
 
chicken
 
wire
 
and
 
a
 
chicken
 
feed
 
And
 
ah
 
ah
 
ah
 
ah
 
all
 
I
 
see
 
is
 
a
 
newfound
 
land
 
fertility,
 
yeah!
 
My
 
lady
 
friend,
 
oh,
 
she
 
don't
 
need
 
to
 
pretend
 
(She
 
country)
 
She
 
cracks
 
the
 
crack
 
of
 
dawn
 
with
 
her
 
crackin'
 
whip
 
(Crackity)
 
We
 
having
 
fun
 
just
 
makin'
 
little
 
chillun
 
(Ch-chillun)
 
Get
 
gone
 
from
 
a
 
dirty
 
town,
 
Get
 
gone
 
from
 
a
 
dirty
 
town,
 
Get
 
gone
 
from
 
a
 
dirty
 
town,
 
Get
 
gone
 
from
 
a
 
dirty
 
town,
 
Get
 
gone
 
from
 
a
 
dirty
 
town,
 
Get
 
gone
 
from
 
a
 
dirty
 
town,
 
Get
 
gone
 
from
 
a
 
dirty
 
town,
 
Get
 
gone
 
from
 
a
 
dirty
 
town,
 
Get
 
gone
 
from
 
a
 
dirty
 
town,
 
Get
 
gone
 
from
 
a
 
dirty
 
town,
 
From
 
a
 
dirty
 
town
 
My
 
government,
 
no,
 
he
 
ain't
 
made
 
of
 
cement
 
(He
 
country)
 
We
 
get
 
along
 
singing
 
good
 
ol'
 
country
 
songs
 
(Ol'
 
Guthrie)
 
My
 
bank
 
account
 
is
 
a
 
shoebox
 
in
 
the
 
ground
 
(And
 
empty)
 
Get
 
gone
 
from
 
a
 
dirty
 
town,
 
Get
 
gone
 
from
 
a
 
dirty
 
town,
 
Get
 
gone
 
from
 
a
 
dirty
 
town,
 
Get
 
gone
 
from
 
a
 
dirty
 
town,
 
Get
 
gone
 
from
 
a
 
dirty
 
town,
 
Get
 
gone
 
from
 
a
 
dirty
 
town,
 
Get
 
gone
 
from
 
a
 
dirty
 
town,
 
Get
 
gone
 
from
 
a
 
dirty
 
town,
 
Get
 
gone
 
from
 
a
 
dirty
 
town,
 
town
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