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Left turn off a county road |
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Weather vane is to the north |
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In the shade of sycamore |
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Is the house where you were born |
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In the cotton field below |
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Where tall and mighty, brick and stone |
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But don't feel like it did before' |
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Cause we don't live here anymore |
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We don't live here |
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We don't live here |
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We don't live here anymore |
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Now that ain't country in their voice |
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They ain't no local boys |
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Landlord's daughter is at the door |
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Saying, "We don't live here anymore" |
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Were off the script |
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Were off the lease |
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We can't catch any decent sleep |
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Now let it flood, let it pour |
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We don't live here anymore |
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We don't live here |
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We don't live here |
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We don't live here anymore |
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We don't live here |
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We don't live here |
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We don't live here anymore |
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We've been working hard to the bone |
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Face down, nose to the grindstone |
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God is working, |
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I wish He'd say so |
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Maybe He don't live here anymore |
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He don't live, live, here, here |
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He don't live, live, here, here |
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Glad I've got you here with me |
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Down in hells half acres infirmary |
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Hear that broom roll across the floor |
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But we don't live here anymore |
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We don't live here |
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We don't live here |
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We don't live here anymore |
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We don't live here |
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We don't live here |
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We don't live here anymore |
