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Lazy days in mid July |
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Country Sunday mornin' |
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Dusty haze on summer highways |
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Sweet magnolia callin' |
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But now and then I find myself |
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Thinkin' of the days when we were |
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Walkin' in the Alabama rain |
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Drive in movies, Friday nights |
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Drinkin' beer and laughin' |
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Somehow things were always right |
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I just don't know what happened |
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But now and then I find myself |
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Thinkin' of the days when we were |
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Walkin' in the Alabama rain |
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We were only kids, but then |
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I never heard it said |
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That kids can't fall in love and feel the same |
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I can still remember the first time I told you I loved you |
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On a dusty mid July |
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Country summer's evenin' |
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A weepin' willow sang its lullabies |
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And shared its secrets |
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But now and then I find myself |
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Thinkin' of the days when we were |
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Walkin' in the Alabama rain |
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But, now and then I find myself |
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Thinkin' of the days when we were |
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Walkin' in the Alabama rain |
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Walkin' in the Alabama rain |
