(take 2)
[Can you take this off my voice, it's got like a speaker,
I can hear.
Ah, thank you.
OK, leave it on that, good.]

Born a poor young country boy, Mother Nature's son
All day long I'm sitting singing songs for everyone

Sit beside a mountain stream, see her waters rise
Listen to the pretty sound of music as she flies

Mmmmmmuuuuuu

Find me in my field of grass, Mother Nature's son
Swaying daises sing a lazy song beneath the sun

Mmmmmmuuuuuu
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