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Well, I miss the sounds of |
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TennesseeAnd the smell of heavy rain |
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The roses in the garden |
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Laugh before the pain |
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But I hear his voice close in my ear |
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I see her smile and wave |
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I blink and while my eyes are closed |
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They both have gone away |
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Blue bare room, the wood and nails |
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There's nothing left to take |
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But love and years are not for sale |
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In our old house on the lake |
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Well, I'm going down to |
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New Orleans' |
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Cause we both are sinking fast |
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And I'll stare into the |
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Bourbon moon |
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We'll see how long we last |
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But I hear his voice |
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I follow down the velvet undertow |
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Back to the place where |
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I was born |
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Back to my southern home |
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Blue bare room, the wood and nails |
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There's nothing left to take |
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But love and years are not for sale |
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In our old house on the lake |
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In our old house on the lake |
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In our old house |
