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I’m Paper-baggin’ It, Paper, Paper-baggin’ It, “Oh lord!” I’m paper-baggin’ it! Alongside the rail come Neenah steel, And foreboding, “Fox,” oh so tipsy, Whispers, this meandering little missy. I’m paper-baggin’ it! And when Santa Fe’s now, near and Her boyfriend’s whistle, prophecy’s clear, So wills the way and away and away. I’m Paper-baggin’ It, Paper, Paper-baggin’ It, “Oh lord!” I’m paper-baggin’ it!
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Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 8:40 AM UTC
Paper-baggin'
I’m Paper-baggin’ It, Paper, Paper-baggin’ It, “Oh lord!” I’m paper-baggin’ it! Alongside the rail come Neenah steel, And foreboding, “Fox,” oh so tipsy, Whispers, this meandering little missy. I’m paper-baggin’ it! And when Santa Fe’s now, near and Her boyfriend’s whistle, prophecy’s clear, So wills the way and away and away. I’m Paper-baggin’ It, Paper, Paper-baggin’ It, “Oh lord!” I’m paper-baggin’ it!
Needed something a little upbeat; I've considered revising this into some kind of folk diddy - I can totally hear this complimenting a wicked Johnny Cash-esque guitar lick.
liam-c-calhoun
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Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 8:40 AM UTC
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