| The rooster’s gonna crow any minute
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| But I’ve been awake ahead of him
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| I’ve been down in the corn field tending to the corn
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| Finished all my chores long before the morning came
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| I gotta get an early start this morning
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| Gotta pick old Farmer Morgan up at 5
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| The whole darn town has been waiting for this day with baited breath
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| It’s been so long at comin' 'round, we worried half to death
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| But the day at last is here
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| Give a cheer
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| Ho-dee-I, ho-dee-ay
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| What a great, big wonderful day
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| Not a care in the air
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| Everybody you know from Matilda to Joe will be there
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| At the County Fair
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| Ho-dee-ay, ho-dee-I
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| What a great, big beautiful sky
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| All the clouds, like the crowds
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| You can bet will be dressed in their brightest and best
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| For they’re staying at the fair today
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| The teenage misters will be shoo’ing little sisters
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| To the Ferris Wheel up above
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| Then they’ll be getting their best gals for petting
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| In the tunnel of love
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| Ho-dee-ay, ho-dee-I
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| Come and throw your troubles away
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| Just a grin gets you in
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| On this day of the year when there’s nothing but cheer to share
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| At the County Fair
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| See the Ferris Wheel going 'round and 'round
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| First you touch the sky and then you’re on the ground
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| See the carousel, now the race begins
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| Horses, camels, kangaroos
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| But no one ever wins
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| Have you tasted Mrs. Perkins pickles or her marvelous mince meat pie?
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| They’re as easy on your stomach as her daughter is on your eye
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| All the judges are anticipatin', they’ve been waiting for the time when they
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| Could taste Mrs. Johnson’s strawberry pie
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| Mrs. Granger’s cake, but my oh my
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| It’s only a mere formality, they say
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| 'Cause it’s ten to one Mrs. Perkins’ll win today
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| Ho-dee-I, ho-dee-ay
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| Oh, that lovable, laughable, affable Mrs. Perkins’ll win today
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| There’s a lot of cows and a lot of horses and a lot of hogs at the fair
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| Yes, we’ve got our champions to spare
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| But will you take a look over there at the boy and the lamb
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| With the black curly hair
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| You’re gonna be the best little sheep
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| The best little sheep, the best little sheep at the fair
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| It’s plain to see that you’ll be the winner
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| You’ll be the winner, oh, how the folks’ll stare
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| You haven’t got a coat of white, you’re black as night
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| But that’s alright, you put the rest to shame
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| And if you’re not up to the pace, and lose a race
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| No disgrace, I’ll love you just the same
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| If it’s up to me, I’ll see that you get
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| See that you get, see that you get the prize
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| 'Cause the judges are wise and the crowd, they’ve got eyes
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| It’ll be no surprise, they’ll do what they’ve gotta do
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| They’ll pin a big blue ribbon on you
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| No use denyin' that you feel your heart go flyin'
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| 'Cause it’s perfectly okay
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| We gets a goin'
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| Just because we’re knowin' that the train stops here today
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| Ho-dee-I, ho-dee-ay
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| Come and throw your troubles away
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| Just a grin gets you in
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| Ah, this ginger, peachy Cracker Jack
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| Could hardly wait 'til it came back
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| So welcome, welcome, welcome to the County Fair
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| County Fair |