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Woman of the country now I've found you |
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Longing in your soft and fertile delta. |
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And I whisper sighs to satisfy your longing |
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for the warmth and tender shelter of my body. |
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Oh you're my, yes you're my Delta Lady |
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Yes, you're my, me oh my, Delta Lady. |
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Please don't ask how many times I found you |
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Standing wet and naked in the garden. |
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And I think of days and diff'rent ways I held you, |
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Held you closely to me, yes our heart was beating. |
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Oh you're my ..... |
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Oh, and I'm over here in England; |
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But I think of you, think about you .... |
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Because I love you, |
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There are concrete mountains in the city |
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And pretty city women live inside them. |
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And yet it seems the city scene is lacking. |
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I'm so glad you're waiting for me in the country. |
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Oh you're my .... |
