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An ocean without water, a winter without snow A day in the summertime with no where to go Nothin' much is dawning, just a tiny glow Up ahead sweet river home, the only one I know Shade trees on the north side, green grass on the hill Sun shines down on my front porch, here at Springfield Mill Livin' in the city, never knowing people, really alone Night life had me going so, I couldn't stay, I had to go home Kid's out in the meadow, clothes out on the line My woman's in the kitchen, says, "It's gettin' 'bout supper time" It's been right nice a talkin', come back and sit a spell But don't ask me to leave my home again, I believe I'd rather go to Hell Springfield Mill, Springfield Mill, Springfield Mill, Springfield Mill |