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(chaplin hartford/jim foster/don pfrimmer) |
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It was seven hundred fenceposts from your place to ours |
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Neither one of us was old enough to drive a car |
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Sometimes it was raining, sometimes it would shine |
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We wore out that gravel road between your house and mine |
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I'd start walking your way |
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You'd start walking mine |
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We'd meet in the middle |
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'neath that old georgia pine |
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We'd gain a lot of ground |
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'cause we'd both give a little |
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And their ain't no road to long |
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When you meet in the middle |
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It's been seven years tomorrow since we said our vows |
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Under that old pine tree, you ought to see it now |
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Standing in the back yard reminding me and you |
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That if we don't see eye to eye there's something we can do |
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I'd start walking your way |
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You'd start walking mine |
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We'd meet in the middle |
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'neath that old georgia pine |
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We'd gain a lot of ground |
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'cause we'd both give a little |
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And their ain't no road to long |
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When you meet in the middle |
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Babe i love the way we work it out |
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That's what love's about |
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I'd start walking your way |
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You'd start walking mine |
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We'd meet in the middle |
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'neath that old georgia pine |
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We'd gain a lot of ground |
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'cause we'd both give a little |
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And their ain't no road to long |
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When you meet in the middle |
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I'd start walking your way |
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You'd start walking mine |
|
We'd meet in the middle |
|
'neath that old georgia pine |
|
We'd gain a lot of ground |
|
'cause we'd both give a little |
|
And their ain't no road to long |
|
When you meet in the middle |
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I'd start walking your way |
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You'd start walking mine |
|
We'd meet in the middle |
|
'neath that old georgia pine |
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We'd gain a lot of ground |
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'cause we'd both give a little |
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And their ain't no road to long |
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When you meet in the middle |
