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Fetch down the fiddle, rosin up the bow |
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Don't play me nothing on the radio |
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Don't make me remember the alamo |
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I'm feeling like a little bit of cotton eyed joe |
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No ragin' cajun crawfish stew |
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Fat batter come a lou mamma lou |
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Boy howdy and howdy damn do |
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Something like fine setting eyes on you |
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Let me come down, i won't never go back up again |
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Oh, hold me down |
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Let me come home, i won't never go away no more |
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Oh let me come down |
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In a younger day back in tennessee |
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The muddy mississippi used to call to me |
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Float on a river and set yourself free |
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Run from the farm and the family tree |
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Run from the runaway boy |
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So i've been all the places that i ever want to be |
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I've seen all the people that i ever want to see |
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I'm sick and tired of being lonely and free |
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I'm ready today for what's waiting on me |
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I'm gonna give up believing i was born to run |
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And stop acting like a man that gets shot from a gun |
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I'm putting down roots, i want to soak up sun |
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And stay right here until my days are done |
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Let me back down, i will never go up again |
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Hold me down, tie me on down |
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Let me go home, i will never go away no more |
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Oh let me come home |
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Oh let me go down |
