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Mister, pull up a chair, |
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I got time for tears |
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So tell me all the stories that you never did |
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Of the salty south, the |
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Seminoles held out |
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While Geronimo died in a lonely jail |
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Thousand tides, thousand waves |
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Takin' it all away |
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It'll come back in, we'll be gone by then |
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And it's a miracle we ever learned to live |
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You drain that land for a better plan |
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Sugarcane and the civil man |
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But now the ringin' dead them pines planted in that time |
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We gonna keep on killin' till they get it right |
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Thousand tides, thousand waves |
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Takin' it all away |
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It'll come back in, we'll be gone by then, oh |
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And it's a miracle we ever learned to live |
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I remember the wind as it was settlin' |
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And every sun goin' down was a picture then |
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But we look back at 'em framed, they all look the same |
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There's no sense of time, no sense of pain |
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Thousand tides, thousand waves |
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Takin' it all away |
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It'll come back in, we'll be gone by then, oh |
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And it's a miracle we ever learned to give |
