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Down over the window |
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From the dazzling sunlit place |
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Through the back alleys, through the blinds |
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Another one of the Memphis days |
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Honey bees are buzzing |
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Leaves begin to stir |
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I'm in love with my second cousin |
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I tell myself I could be happy forever with her |
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I keep listening for footsteps |
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But I ain't never hearing any |
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From the boat, I fish for bullheads |
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I catch a lot sometimes too many |
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A summer breeze is blowin' |
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A squall is setting in |
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Sometimes it's just plain stupid |
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To get into any kind of wind |
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Well the old men 'round here sometimes they get on |
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Bad terms with the younger men |
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Old, young, age don't carry weight |
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It doesn't matter in the end |
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One of the boss' hangers-on sometimes comes to call |
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At times you least expect |
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Tryin' to bully you, strong arm you inspire you with fear |
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It has the opposite effect |
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There's a new grove of trees on the outskirts of town |
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The other one is long gone |
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10 foot, 2 foot, 6 across |
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Burns with the bark still on |
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They say times are hard |
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If you don't believe it you can follow your nose |
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It don't bother me, times are hard everywhere |
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We'll just have to see how it goes |
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My old man, he's like some feudal Lord |
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He's got more lives than a cat |
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I've never seen him quarrel with my mother even once |
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Things come alive or they fall flat |
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You can smell the pine wood burnin' |
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You can hear the school bell ring |
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Got to get up near the teacher, if you can |
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If you wanna learn anything |
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Romeo, he said to Juliet, "You got a poor complexion |
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That don't give your appearance a very youthful touch" |
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Juliet said back to Romeo |
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"Why don't you just shove off, if it bothers you so much" |
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They got all got outta here any way they could |
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Cold rain can give you the shivers |
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They went down the Ohio, the Cumberland, the Tennessee |
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All rest of them rebel rivers |
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If you ever try to interfere with me or cross my path again |
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You do so at the peril of your life |
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I'm not quite as cool, or forgiving as I sound |
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I've seen enough heartache and strife |
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My grandfather was a duck trapper |
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He could do it with just dragnets and ropes |
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My grandmother could sew new dresses out of old cloth |
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I don't know if they had any dreams or hopes |
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I had 'em once, though I suppose |
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To go along with all the ring dancing |
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Christmas carols and all the Christmas eves |
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I left all my dreams and hopes buried under tobacco leaves |
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Not always easy kicking someone out |
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Got to wait awhile, it can be an unpleasant task |
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Sometimes somebody wants you to give something up |
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And tears or not, it's too much to ask |
