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Just another lazy southern Sunday |
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The time is hanging in the air |
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There's a hoot owl softly calling |
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Off in the distance somewhere |
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But there's nothing left for me to go back home to |
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There's nothing left to do but drive around |
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And there's nothing left to say that'll make it be ok |
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And there ain't no comfort in the south |
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So let the willow weep a little harder |
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And let the dirt roads all lead out of town |
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That old magnolia wind done let me down |
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Sweet Dixie cannot fix me now |
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There ain't no southern comfort anyhow |
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Yeah the honeysuckle all along the fence line |
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The Georgia sun keeps pouring down |
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And that shade beneath the pines was made to ease my mind |
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But there ain't no comfort in the south |
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So let the willow weep a little harder |
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And let the dirt roads all lead out of town |
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That old magnolia wind done let me down |
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Sweet Dixie cannot fix me now |
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There ain't no southern comfort anyhow |
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Yeah that old magnolia wind let me down |
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Sweet Dixie cannot fix me now |
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There ain't no southern comfort anyhow |
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No there ain't no southern comfort anyhow |
