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Buffett |
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Standin' on side of the Highway 4 exit |
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A singing lady in tie-dye, a bag by her side |
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Not seemingly lookin' like anything special |
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She saw Tennessee tags and she waved for a ride. |
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She's splainin' her travels and her family background |
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When she got through I could not help but thinkin' |
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She's a long way from a West Nashville grand ballroom gown |
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Yes, she's a long way from a West Nashville grand ballroom gown. |
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Father had money and her mother had love |
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Channelled entirely to her dear sister Dove |
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Twenty-two years in society's plan |
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Was cancelled in the swing of her dear mother's hand. |
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Two hours later we hit Cincinnati |
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Yawnin', she woke up and then asked where we were |
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When she found out, she almost be goin' |
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This close to Nashville was too close for her. |
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So I stopped by the roadside and I gave her five dollars |
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She took it then kissed me and she gave me a note |
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She told me just to read it then mail it in Nashville |
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On old loose-leaf paper to her mother she wrote. |
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'Mama I'm fine if you happen to wonder' |
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'I don't have much money but I still get around' |
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'I haven't made church in near thirty-six Sundays' |
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'So **** all those West Nashville grand ballroom gowns' |
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'Yes, **** all those West Nashville grand ballroom gown'. |
