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I received a letter, like so many others |
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Mama said, "How's life in the city? |
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My your sister's grown |
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And you just missed those awful Dixie storms |
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Thank God they've passed |
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Those awful Dixie storms" |
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I left so long ago I'd forgotten just what for |
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They say when a big city beckons |
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You have no choice but to go |
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And here, there are no Dixie storms |
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Thank God, there are no Dixie storms |
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And the smoke on the street |
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Makes me wonder why I stay away |
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From those gentle Dixie storms |
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When I was younger, how I would wonder |
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What made the sweet Georgia rain |
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Make me feel so warm |
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And how God made a Dixie storm |
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And how I loved those Dixie storms |
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And the rumble in the sky |
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Brings a shudder to my soul |
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Oh how I loved those Dixie storms |