WELCOME TO MY NECK OF THE WOODS
WELCOME TO MY NECK OF THE WOODS WERE
THE GRASS IS GREEN,
AND THE PEOPLE ARE NOT MEAN,
WHERE THE SUNSHINES BRIGHT,
AND YOUR ALWAYS IN THE SPOTLIGHT,
PEOPLE HERE ARE HAPPY NEVER SAD OR
BLUE,
IF WE ARE WE WOULDN`TTELL YOU,
AND WE TREAT EVERYONE LIKE SISTER OR
BROTHER,
WE HOLD ARE HEADS UP HIGH ,
AND NEVER WORRY ABOUT THE
WHO`S ,WHAT`S, WERE OR WHY,
WHEN IT RAIN,
THEIR IS NO PAIN,
WHEN IT SNOW,
IT`LIKE A CAR SHOW,
SO ONCE AGAIN I SAY,
WELCOME TO MY NECK OF THE WOODS WERE
EVERYONE ISHAPPY EVERYDAY.
THE GRASS IS GREEN,
AND THE PEOPLE ARE NOT MEAN,
WHERE THE SUNSHINES BRIGHT,
AND YOUR ALWAYS IN THE SPOTLIGHT,
PEOPLE HERE ARE HAPPY NEVER SAD OR
BLUE,
IF WE ARE WE WOULDN`TTELL YOU,
AND WE TREAT EVERYONE LIKE SISTER OR
BROTHER,
WE HOLD ARE HEADS UP HIGH ,
AND NEVER WORRY ABOUT THE
WHO`S ,WHAT`S, WERE OR WHY,
WHEN IT RAIN,
THEIR IS NO PAIN,
WHEN IT SNOW,
IT`LIKE A CAR SHOW,
SO ONCE AGAIN I SAY,
WELCOME TO MY NECK OF THE WOODS WERE
EVERYONE ISHAPPY EVERYDAY.
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