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New York City, you're so big and tough,. Well here we come, baby, struttin' our stuff. Well we look kinda freaky we're pretty damn bad. Cause Southern cookin' is all we've ever had. Oh, cook 'em u
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Oh take me home, baby Man that dixie music makes. Move your feet around. Another blast of that southern mass. In the good ole' country sound. Ain't nothing like that feel. When the band starts to
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I'm going down to the river,. Just to bide my time away,. Don't you look or me tommorrow,. Cause I won't be back this way,. Oh girl I hate to leave you,. But I just can't seem to say,. When I se
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Let me tell you a story. A story you can understand. About a little girl. That had a whole world. Right in the palm of her hand Now she was born. With a silver spoon. She eats off a silver plate
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I've been to Alabama, people ain't a whole lot to see. Skynyrd says it's a real sweet home but it ain't nothing to me. Charlie Daniels will tell you the good lord lives in Tennessee, ha. But I'm go
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You can break a mirror. Light three on a match. Walk under a ladder. Kick a black cat. Try your luck in vegas. Shoot nothing but craps. But I'll gamble on my lady. When my luck's running bad.
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What you gona do. When you're feelin' blue. You think you're lookin'. At some river run dry. Well, it's nothing new. Still the same old dues. There ain't no reason for asking why. Chorus. 'cau
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Cheatin' woman, don't you play your games. They're so easy to see through. You spend your time, baby, runnin' around. Well, any old man will do What about your man out working hard. And trying to
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You said you loved me baby,. I believed in you,. But the words you're saying now,. Just ain't ringing true,. Lord you been steppin' 'round,. With someone new,. And that look that's in your eyes,
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Now if I were a bricklayer, I wouldn't build just anything. And if I were a ballplayer, I wouldn't play no second string. And if I were some jewelry baby, Lord I'd have to be a diamond ring Now if I
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Out streetwalking on a Saturday night. Looking for the man. Staying out of sight. Trying to find something. To ease my mind. Traffic lights a-blinkin'. And I'm right on time. Come around a corn
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Well, you've seen us before,. You're going to see us again, ya'll,. We're back in town now, We're playing to win. Foot stompin' brothers, that's what we are,. No fancy pants, ain't no super star.
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I think I was about seventeen when my pappy said to me,. Come on now with me, Son,. Goin' to take you to Jukin' City. You can stomp your foots around,. To a pickin' country band. I'm gonna buy yo
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