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South of the border, down |
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Mississippi way |
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Born on the delta, where the blues men play |
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Out on the road, just doin' my time |
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When I come home, |
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I wanna be with my kind |
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Mamma calls me baby, daddy says son |
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That ain't no name for a man on the run |
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Stick to your guns, and you surely win |
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Open up your mouth, and let the moonshine in |
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Hang time, down in the neighborhood |
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Well it's hang time, |
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I'm hangin' with my family and friends |
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Well grab my little honey for a little doe-se-doe |
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Cut myself a slice |
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O'rug, on the dance floor |
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Come on everybody, lets have a good time |
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Pack up all your troubles, and leave 'em behind |
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Winter, spring, summer, on into the fall, |
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Any type of weather, it don't matter at all |
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Down on the street corners, you will find |
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Where everybody's hangin', hangin' |
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Now it might be sentimental, but |
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I don't care |
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I know it's something that we all share |
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Mamma's good cookin' makes you feel at home, |
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You give the dog a bone |
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Now out in the driveway, |
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I hear the engines roar |
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My road dog buddy's, say it's time for some more |
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When it's all over, and my work is through |
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Pack it up honey, |
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I'm comin' home to you |
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Cause it's hanging time, down in my neighborhood |
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Lord it's hang time, |
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I'm hangin' with my family and friends |
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Lord it's hang time, down in my neighborhood |
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Yes it's hanging time |
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I'm hangin' with my family and friends |
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Oh yeah, I am hanging |
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Well I'm hanging |
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I am hanging, hangin' with my family and friends |
