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He was a raw boned Southern boy |
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Stronger than a hurricane |
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He had a soft side |
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Was a bonafide |
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Hard drinking kind of man |
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This gonna be a long, long night |
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She was the third child of a geechie girl |
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Fine as Carolina sand |
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She had hot blood was a wild thing |
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Every time she got the chance |
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This gonna be a long, long night |
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Fire fire fire |
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Everybody's gonna be talking 'bout this |
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For a hunderd years from now |
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Everybody's gonna be talking 'bout how |
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They burned the whole place down |
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She had a sea shell on a shoe string |
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Wore it underneath her clothes |
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When he gave it to her |
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She understood |
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Nobody else could ever know |
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This gonna be a long, long night |
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Hit 'em like heat rush |
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Burning like a fever |
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They'd never be forgiven |
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But you can't keep it hidden |
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When you're burning like a fever |