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Delta Dawn, what's that flower you have on |
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Could it be a faded rose from days gone by? |
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And did I hear you say he was a-meeting you here today |
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To take you to his mansion in the sky? |
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She's forty-one and her daddy still calls her, 'baby' |
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All the folks around Brownsville say she's crazy |
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'Cause she walks down town with a suitcase in her hand |
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Looking for a mysterious dark-haired man |
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In her younger days they called her Delta Dawn |
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Prettiest woman you ever laid eyes on |
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Then a man of low degree stood by her side |
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And promised her he'd take her for his bride |
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Delta Dawn, what's that flower you have on |
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Could it be a faded rose from days gone by? |
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And did I hear you say he was a-meeting you here today |
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To take you to his mansion in the sky? |
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Delta Dawn, what's that flower you have on |
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Could it be a faded rose from days gone by? |
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And did I hear you say he was a-meeting you here today |
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To take you to his mansion in the sky? |
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Delta Dawn, what's that flower you have on |
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Could it be a faded rose from days gone by? |
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And did I hear you say he was a-meeting you here today |
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To take you to his mansion in the sky? |
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Delta Dawn, what's that flower you have on |
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Could it be a faded rose from days gone by? |
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And did I hear you say he was a-meeting you here today |
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To take you to his mansion in the sky? |