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Herdin’ turkeys on the trail Through the tall pine trees. I hear their funny gobble And I’m certain that this job’ll Be a breeze.
Herdin’ turkeys on the trail To this melody ’Cause turkeys ain’t that bright So I know this job’s the right One for me.
Never ever thought about the deeper things Never had a nickel to my name Never ever wondered what tomorrow brings Turkeys are much the same. Herding turkeys down the trail Sing my serenade Till the turkeys find their rest In the plant where they’re processed, And I’m paid.
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