Here's a good one. You'll either need to be a dork or my sister to get it. But that's alright.
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we sleep near the sound of the slow running river
and wake up most mornings to a drizzlin' rain
and we live every day like the first or the last one
with nothing to lose and heaven to gain
here's to alaska
here's to the people
here's to the wild and here's to the free
here's to my life in a chosen country
here's to alaska and me
oh, for a fire on a cold winter's night
once more to gaze at the great northern lights
for all of the beauty my children will see
here's to alaska and me
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and for a double shot
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if i was to change this life i lead
you could call me johnny tomato seed
'cause i know what this country needs
is a home grown tomato'n every yard you see
when i die don't bury me
in a box in a cold dark cemetary
out in the garden would-a be much better
'cause i could be-a pushin' up-a home grown tomatoes
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If there are any errors, I recalled these from memory so... my bad.