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(Lennon/McCartney)
Born a poor young country boy,
mother nature's son
All day long I'm sitting
singing songs for everyone
Sit beside a mountain stream,
see her waters rise
Listen to the pretty sound of music
as she flies
Find me in my field of grass,
mother nature's son
Swaying daisies,
sing a lazy song beneath the sun
tu tu, yeah yeah yeah
Ooo
Ooo
Ah, Mother Nature's Son