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I see you comin' round the bend |
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I just can't think of anything |
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That can make me smile like you can |
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I see you comin' round the bend |
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I just can't think of anything |
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That can make me smile like you can |
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There's a portion of the south in the spirit of this song |
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Keep followin' the fiddle, it'll never steer you wrong |
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I've lived a lot of life so my innocence is blown |
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I'm headin' to the grave to replenish it at most |
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I've been across the globe and I've seen the world's charm |
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I taught 'em my slang, I didn't mean the world harm |
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It makes the soul smile to see what I've accomplished |
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I got up out the woods without a map or a compass |
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Life does change, and the sun does set |
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But my last breath ain't a one gust yet |
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As long as daddy know that his son does sweat |
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The same as he did for that uncut check |
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I'll sleep fine and a child will come |
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With the same last name as my poppa's son's |
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And you can rest assure that my son will know |
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That his da-da wasn't a one squeal show |
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I see you comin' round the bend |
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I just can't think of anything |
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That can make me smile like you can |
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I see you comin' round the bend |
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I just can't think of anything |
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That can make me smile like you can |
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One time for the New South's imminent progression |
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Ain't the good Lord so generous with blessings |
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Whenever it was needed He'd send me some direction |
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I'd gaze up at the sky and take a minute for reflection |
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Is it baby balls, or a miniature erection |
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It makes you view change with degenerate dejection |
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Pay no nevermind to what the senators confession |
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He don't really mean it, he just winning his election |
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Nothing they can do to have prevented this obsession |
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With the vaccination of innocence infection |
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My heart is behind it if I hint it or suggest it |
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I finish with aggression but meant it with affection |
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To the common man at the end of his oppression |
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Welcome into church only meant for collection |
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And the common woman, genders no exception |
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Please keep providing with men in your reflection |
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I see you comin' round the bend |
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I just can't think of anything |
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That can make me smile like you can |
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I see you comin' round the bend |
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I just can't think of anything |
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That can make me smile like you can |
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There is no king for the throne I seat |
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All by myself, so alone I leap |
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For the young boy that's gone five weeks |
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He's only fourteen, but he's grown by me |
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'Cause he keeps the heat on and his little sister fed |
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With his knowledge of the land and the tools in the shed |
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He could be in school, but he choose this instead |
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No avenue he won't pursue for the bread |
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And who was there to speak for him but Bubba |
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He listens to his own, can't relate to none other |
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The product of a bad hand and a young mother |
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If daddy wasn't ready all it took was one rubber |
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To prevent the pain that his family done suffered |
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Thankfully his son is a real come upper |
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'Cause it's gonna be something on the table come supper |
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There, the plight of my people is uncovered |
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I see you comin' round the bend |
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I just can't think of anything |
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That can make me smile like you can |
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I see you comin' round the bend |
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I just can't think of anything |
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That can make me smile like you can |
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I see you comin' round the bend |
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I just can't think of anything |
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That can make me smile like you can |
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I see you comin' round the bend |
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I just can't think of anything |
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That can make me smile like you can |
