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Oh, Lou- I'd like to let you know that I do not feel welcome. |
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All the birds, the trees, the falling snow |
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No they were not made for me. |
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And all this is where her heart resides; we met in California |
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She saw cities, promise reaching through my eyes |
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And she turned her self away |
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Well how I curse that western skyline. |
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And yet I thanked it for my start. |
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Oh rue, though my dreams did not come true; no they only came apart. |
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So I followed her here to Birmingham, where the soil is so much richer |
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And though my aching pride might guide my hand, she did not ask for me to come. |
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So I wait for her all through the day, as if I wait for her surrender. |
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And every time I get her to look my way, she says I'm not where I belong. |
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But I watch her father preach on Sundays. |
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And all the hymnals of my heart. |
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But oh, rue, my dreams did not come true; no they only came apart. |
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Ohhhh, oh oh oh oh |
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Ohhhh, oh oh oh oh |
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Ohhhh, oh oh oh oh |
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Ohhhh, oh oh oh oh |
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All the snow fall this time of year, it's not what Birmingham is used to |
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I get the feeling that I brought it here, and now I'm taking it away. |
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But let's share one more drink together, before I go reload my cart |
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Oh, Lou, no my dreams did not come true- no they only came apart. |
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Ohhhh, oh oh oh oh |
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Take me home, |
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Ohhhh, oh oh oh oh |
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Ohhhh, oh oh oh oh |
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Ohhhh, oh oh oh oh |
