i grew up in sylvanianthere aren't so many woods nownhow dare he lay his name upon that tract of landntho natives got on cool therenthey felt no need to rule therenwho really gives a shit about some William Penn ?nnown your own sylvania homesteadnif that be your beliefnyou can claim you own itntho you bought it from a thiefnwho might have been the boss awhilenhe never was the chiefnoh i know...nnfounding forefathersni call you deadbeat dadsnfounding forefathersni call you deadbeat dadsnfounding forefathersni call you deadbeat dadsnnleave us alonenleave everyone alonenwe can work it out on our ownnnsylvania is beautiful when the fall rolls aroundnthere's gourds out in the fields & indian cornn( you can't eat them, though )nmany half-songs sung up from the fieldsnremind me how it was--namazingnamazingnamazingnamazingn