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I caught the bus out of New Orleans |
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Tipped my hat to the land of dreams |
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Looked out the window to try to forget |
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Where I was goin' ain't figured out yet |
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Southern Summer's got me soaked in sweat |
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I feel the cool green lawns of Connecticut |
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Miles apart, but it's all the same road |
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Holdin' barbed wire, had to let her go |
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Side-slippin' blind-sided zydeco feet |
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Hi-steppin' jumpin' don'thca feel the beat |
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A wash of noise comin' down the street |
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I singed before I felt her heat |
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She was a perfect girl |
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Livin' in a perfect world |
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A tightly packed package |
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From her head to her shoes |
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So stylishly ripped in her blue jean blues |
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The wills and won'ts of the social fete |
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dos and don'ts of cultural etiquette |
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The riddles of the politically correct |
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These are all things I don't seem to get |
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I'se all adrift in her garden set |
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I felt like God's own patriot |
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Miles apart but it's all the same road |
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I kissed her hand and said I got to go |
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She was a perfect girl |
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Livin' in a perfect world |
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A tightly packed package |
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From her head to her shoes |
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So stylishly ripped in her blue jean blues |
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Duck the bullets, hit the bricks |
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You know I got to get away quick |
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This constant adoration |
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Staggers the imagination |
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Found myself down at the old log inn |
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Swattin' skeeters and remembering |
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Dimpled chin on her pretty little face |
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The curves of her body I won't soon erase |
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She was a perfect girl |
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Livin' in a perfect world |
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A tightly packed package |
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From her head to her shoes |
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So stylishly ripped in her blue jean blues |