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[00:14.68]Yonder from the city
[00:17.83]Is a land of verdant green
[00:21.96]Some say it's a treasure
[00:25.25]But it turns the mothers mean
[00:28.99]There's a place in California
[00:32.42]As the logging people know
[00:36.06]Where the forest fell to plunder
[00:39.87]And the sawmill made it so
[00:43.75]Felling and refining
[00:47.06]It requires an able team
[00:51.10]Flywheels blades a-whinning
[00:54.37]While the whistle blows its steam
[00:58.13]There's a place in California
[01:01.60]As the logging people know
[01:05.27]Where the forest fell to plunder
[01:08.95]And the sawmill made it so
[01:27.72]As the sweat pours off my brow line
[01:30.80]And the dust does make me choke
[01:34.45]See the trees all turn to pasture
[01:38.01]And the logs all turn to smoke
[01:41.87]There's a place in California
[01:45.31]As the logging people know
[01:49.06]Where the forest fell to plunder
[01:52.68]And the sawmill made it so
[01:59.99]The sawmill made it so
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