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I woke up this morning to the hummin' of the engines |
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Haulin' nature's finest from the Gulf of Mexico |
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Riding this ol' river is peaceful but it's lonesome |
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And it makes me wonder how the old folks are at home |
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Now the years have blown by me like the wind through the pines |
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But the song of the south is ever sweet as homemade wine |
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Oh, how I miss those mountains when the laurels are in bloom |
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And the southern stars are dancin' 'round a North Carolina moon |
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Just rolled through Memphis, I could hear them guitars playin' |
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They had the blues so bad it almost broke my heart |
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But it don't sound nothing like a band of tree frogs singin' |
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When every now and then they'd get in tune with grandpa's harp |
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Now the years have blown by me like the wind through the pines |
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But the song of the south is ever sweet as homemade wine |
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Oh, how I miss those mountains when the laurels are in bloom |
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And the southern stars are dancin' 'round a North Carolina moon |
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Now when I die boys, make me this promise |
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You'll send my body back up North Carolina way |
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I don't want no tombstone, just lay me next to mama |
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And let the honeysuckle grow wild upon my grave |
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Now the years have blown by me like the wind through the pines |
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But the song of the south is ever sweet as homemade wine |
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Oh, how I miss those mountains when the laurels are in bloom |
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And the southern stars are dancin' 'round a North Carolina moon |
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Yeah, the southern stars are dancin' 'round a North Carolina moon |
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North Carolina moon |
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Oh, how I miss those mountains when the laurels are in bloom |
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Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh |
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Oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh |
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