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She was born in a cotton town |
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Daddy brought her up to settle down |
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To make him proud through high school |
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Very young with a bunch of kids |
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Like her ma and her grandma did |
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After all, that's what you do |
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So, she packed her bags when she turned 18 |
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Tooked the greyhound bus to follow her dreams |
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You can plant your seeds out in a row |
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There's no guarantee, reap what you sew |
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Somewhere hidden, have to see you |
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Way out in the cotton field |
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The solitary wild flower grows |
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Rebel rose |
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Rosie knew that she had to see |
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Where the sky and the highway meet |
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Her little world wasn't big enough |
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Folks said this is gonna pass |
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Dreams come but they never last |
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Give her time, she'd adjust |
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Back in the rack at the bridal store |
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Was a wedding dress she never wore |
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You can plant your seeds out in a row |
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There's no guarantee, reap what you sew |
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Somewhere hidden, have to see you |
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Way out in the cotton field |
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The solitary wild flower grows |
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Rebel rose |
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Someday her daddy's gonna see |
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What a baby girls truly meant to be |
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You can plant your seeds out in a row |
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There's no guarantee, reap what you sew |
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Somewhere hidden, have to see you |
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Way out in the cotton field |
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The solitary wild flower grows |
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Rebel rose |
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Rebel rose |
