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Born up on the |
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Blue Ridge |
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At the Carolina line |
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Baptised on the banks of the |
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New River |
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Brought up on the bluegrass |
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And the clear moonshine |
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Yeah, tough as iron but a heart as soft as leather |
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Leevi Like a fire on the mountain |
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Runnin' wild in those days |
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Playin' Knights of the |
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Gold Horseshoe and |
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Indian raids |
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Huntin' jackvine in the summertime |
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And in the fall it was ginseng |
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Yeah, a country boy don't belong in the desert anyway |
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Leevi Lord, |
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Lord, Lord they shot him down |
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Ten thousand miles from a |
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Southern town |
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Oooooooh, |
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Leevi From |
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Galax to Bagdhad |
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On a camouflaged airplane |
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Where it was a hundred-nineteen degrees for twenty days straight |
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Shoved off in the sandbox |
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In a rollin' |
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Hum-Vee Cryin' |
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Daddy, Daddy this don't look like |
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Virginia to me |
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Leevi Lord, |
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Lord, Lord they shot him down |
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Ten thousand miles from a |
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Southern town |
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Oooooooh, |
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Leevi In the market square all the bells |
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Were ringin' loud to fill the air |
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Leevi gazed his eyes out through the rocket glare |
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Through the desert and the ocean |
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To the furthest fields of home |
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And when the bullets pierced his body, he was already gone |
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Leevi Lord, |
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Lord, Lord they shot him down |
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Ten thousand miles from a |
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Southern town |
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Oooooooh, |
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Leevi Oooooooh, |
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Leevi Lord, |
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Lord, Lord they shot him down |
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Ten thousand miles from a |
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Southern town |
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Oooooooh, |
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Leevi Oooooooh, |
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Lord, Lord, |
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Leevi Oooooooh, |
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Lord, Leevi |
