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I had a little Ford Machine I filled it up with gasoline, cranked it up, the darn thing ran away. RAN AWAY! It wouldn’t wait ’til I got in, so now I own a pile of tin, and every month I walk right up and pay, up and pay, up and pay, up and pay. So much down and so much every other day, OTHER DAY! It wouldn’t wait ’til I got in, so now I own a pile of tin, and every month, I walk right up and pay. UP AND PAY!
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Great song for camp-outs.
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