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There's a southern accent, where |
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I come from |
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The young'uns call it country, the yankees call it dumb |
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I got my own way of talkin' but everything is done |
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With a southern accent where |
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I come from |
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Now that drunk tank in |
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Atlanta's just a motel room to me |
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Think I might go work |
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Orlando if them orange groves don't freeze |
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I got my own way of workin' but everything is run |
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With a southern accent where |
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I come from |
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For just a minute there |
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I was dreaming |
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For just a minute it was all so real |
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For just a minute she was standing there with me |
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There's a dream |
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I keep having where my mama comes to me |
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And kneels down over by the window and says a prayer for me |
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I got my own way of prayin' but everyone's begun |
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With a southern accent where |
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I come from |
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I got my own way of livin' but everything gets done |
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With a southern accent where |
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I come from |
