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I know a plain old fashioned farmhouse down a pretty little laneWhere yellow daisies make a pathway to the fields of golden grain.There a little girl is waiting where I found her years ago; SomethingTells me that I'm welcome where the Black-eyed Susans grow.Her daddy's just a plain old farmer, mother's just a farmer too;They surely raised some pretty Daisy when they raised my little Sue.You may have your pretty Roses, Violets and Pansies too; you canKeep your snow white Lilies, I will leave them all for you.I'm going back to a shack where the Black-eyed Susans grow I love'em so, they're all around on the ground where I found the one IKnow so long ago. The honey bees all know I'm comin', I seem to hearThem softly hummin', "You'll be losin' your little Susan, you'dBetter be getting busy buzzin' around." To stroll again down the laneTo the plain old rustic seat will be a treat, and then I'll bring out theRing for the finger of my sweet, She's mighty sweet. And when I'mTied to the pride of the country side maybe I'll introduce you to myCorn fed bride, when I come back from the shack where the Black-eyedSusans grow.
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"Where the Black-Eyed Susans Grow" as written by Richard Whiting, Dave Radford
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