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The chill of Coffeeville, she's in those hills still |
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Kindness of her face so white |
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The chill of Coffeeville, Lord, pray it be Your will |
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That she dwell in Your house tonight |
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As one with spirit, yes, she goes where it goes |
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What my little girl sees from the sill, nobody knows |
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As one with spirit, yeah, she goes where it leads |
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Oh, boy, that's where my little girl feeds |
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Should I do, do like you, look long with swing eyes |
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Never talk about it, Phyllis Ruth |
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Yeah, I should do as you would |
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Walk right up to, to that box of wood |
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Yeah, step up girl |
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Yeah, gimme your hand |
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Yeah, Phyllis Ruth |
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How far is heaven, I'll go tonight |
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Be a man about it, boy, an' hold you tight |
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How far is heaven, I'll go tonight |
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Be a man about it, boy, an' hold you tight, yeah |
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Gimme your hand |
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Oh, Phyllis Ruth |
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[Incomprehensible] |
