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I was raised in the country that's a natural fact |
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Food on the table from the garden out back |
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Everyone working to make the land their own |
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Red clay crackin' where the silver queen grows |
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Runnin' with your cousins from yard to yard |
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Livin' was easy but the playin' was hard |
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Didn't have much nothing comes for free |
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All you needed was your family |
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Chorus |
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I am a country girl |
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I've been around the world |
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And every place I've been |
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Ain't quite nothin' like |
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Livin' in the south |
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Oh, honey, shut your mouth |
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I am a country girl |
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I am a country girl |
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Biscuits in the morning and gravy too |
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Fried chicken in the afternoon |
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Jaw draggin' eatin' sweet potato pie |
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Takin' half an hour to say goodbye |
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Blackberry patches, scuppernong vines |
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Sweet Georgia peaches and dandelion wine |
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The only place to get it is from the land |
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CHORUS |
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All day I dream about a place in the sun |
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Kinda like where I'm from |
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With the tall grass blowin' in the breeze |
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Runnin' barefoot round the tall oak trees |
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All day I dream about a place I've been |
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A place where the skin I'm in |
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Feels like its supposed to be |
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And anyone around who looks at me says |
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CHORUS |
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Livin in the south |
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Oh, honey, shut your mouth |
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I was born in the country that's a natural fact |
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On these long city days I wanta look back |
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See tobacco fields a row after row |
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Red clay a crackin' where the silver queen grows |
