Benjamin rode out of Montana
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On a Palomino pony
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He told me he was all alone
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He lost his family in forty-nine
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Benjamin took me to San Diego
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Guess we caused quite a commotion
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Selling Pacific ocean water
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And callin' it seaweed wine
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Oh, I never had as good a friend as Benjamin
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He loved to travel
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He'd been ever' place I'd been and back again
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That boy could unravel
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Stories that would make your eyes
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Big as blackberry pies, I'm tellin' you
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Life could be fun for anyone
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Who had a good friend like Benjamin
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Had a good friend like Benjamin
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Well, me and Ben thumbed a ride to Alabama
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Spent the summer pickin' cotton
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Now it was so doggone hot
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We bought us a three-speed electric fan
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Then at night we'd drink a Coca-Cola
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Listen to the rain a'fallin'
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Hearin' the bob white callin'
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As though he'd know we'd understand
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Well, Ben and me spent some time in Oklahoma
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Livin' on a reservation
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Workin' at the service station
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Pumpin' gas and passin' time
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We caught a train down to Harlan County
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Thinkin' we were awful lucky
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Just to walk along a Kentucky backroad
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Without no reason nor rhyme
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Had a good friend like Benjamin
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Benjamin
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Bobbie Gentry |