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(You’ve) Got Mail

Growing old in Tennessee

The valley the streams I never fished upon

Got some bricks and some faulty legs

The oven stares at me and says use me

I’m getting asthma from the dust settling

My weight bears down on all that I want

Struggle to cross and get my mail

Mayor looks upon but he’s in the same boat

We got mail I don’t know about you
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