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Hine-MacIver |
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Summer finds me needing just |
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To feel Kentucky rain. |
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Well, hush your mouth, |
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Find me a train, gonna walk me to the South again. |
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Crissacrossin highway five |
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The phasin moon my friend |
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Well I'll sleep the day |
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Travel out the night |
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Gonna drink me the South again |
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An thasright, |
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I'm pickin up dreams of home. |
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Jusapain that calls my name |
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Takes me back |
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Jusathousan miles |
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Ass all. |
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Tell me what I'd give to get insider |
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that Southern drawl. |
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Well a turn of phrase, |
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a talkin smile |
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A voice that soothes my soul. |
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Waiting somewhere, spiral me, |
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The drifting smoke of home |
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Will reach me here |
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Wait for me |
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Gonna breathe me |
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the South again |
