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Beneath the floor and never greens |
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that kept the ridge on high |
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there lives a green-eyed mountain girl |
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that stoled my heart one night |
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She loved me like I never know |
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and chased me down below |
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To never feel her touch again |
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or taste that mountain snow |
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That Appalachian Mountain Girl that haunts me from above |
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my heart will never beat the same without her mountain love |
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I often wakeup late at night |
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dreaming of about her |
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then walked on floor till morning comes |
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and hope she will return |
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That Appalachian Mountain Girl that haunts me from above |
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my heart will never beat the same without her mountain love |
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Sometimes the wind will blow just right |
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and I think I can smell |
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The flowers that headlined the road |
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That led me to this hell |
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That Appalachian Mountain Girl that haunts me from above |
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my heart will never beat the same without her mountain love |