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On the hills of both |
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Virginias |
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I've crossed a weary mile |
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And on bended knee |
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I will sing to thee |
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As I tie my shoe |
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One moonlit night in the canyon |
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I talked about my dreams |
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Only bugs heard the call |
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They don't hear me at all |
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And now I talk in my sleep |
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When winter comes |
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I'll be way up ahead ' |
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Cause right now it seems so cold |
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I need her in my arms baby set my alarm ' |
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Cause otherwise |
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I'd sleep til sleeping was dead |
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And when I get home to my baby |
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She gonna wear my grandma's ring |
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And hand in hand we will tell a man |
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I do I do |
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I definitely do |
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But I won't get drunk without her |
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And I won't do her no harm ' |
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Cause she's the sweetest blackberry wine |
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From here to there |
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From here to there |
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From here to there |
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County line |
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County line |
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