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"Rocky Top" and "Hey,hey Good Looking"

ROCKY TOP
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Wish I was up on top of Rocky Top, up in the Tennessee hills
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Ain’t no smog on top of Rocky Top, ain’t no telephone bills
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Once I had a girl on Rocky Top, half bear, the other half cat
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She was wild as a snake but sweet as soda pop, I still dream about that

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Oh Rocky Top, you’ll always be, home sweet home to me
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Good old Rocky Top, Rocky Top Tennessee

Once two strangers came on Rocky Top looking for a moonshine still
Those strangers never came down Rocky Top, reckon they never will
Corn don’t grow too well up on Rocky Top, the dirt’s too rocky by far
That’s why the folks up on Rocky Top drink their corn from a jar

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Well I’ve had years of cramped up city life, trapped like a duck in a pen
All I know it’s been a pity life can’t be that simple again.


HEY HEY, GOOD LOOKING
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Hey hey good looking, what ya cooking,  how’s about cooking something up with me
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hey, hey, sweet baby, don’t you think maybe we can find a brand new recipe
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I’ve got a hot rod ford and a two dollar bill, and I know a spot right over the hill
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where the soda pop and the gas is free, if you want to have fun come along with me
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hey hey good looking, I know you’ve been tooken, but how’s about cooking up something 
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with me


Gonna throw my datebook over the fence, buy me a new one for five or ten cents
keep it, kill it, cover it with age,  hey I’m writing your name on every page
I’m through looking , and I know you’ve been tooken, but how’s about cooking up something with me.