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Palmetto rose in the AC vent |
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Cross stitched pillow where the head rest went |
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Said his cab was his orneriest friend |
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Left him jumping like trees in the wind |
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Thought he had the red lights memorized |
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Glass in the gravel like the stars in the sky |
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In that slow motion minute between living and dead |
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Looked in my eyes and he told me, he said |
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This war that I wage to get up every day |
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It's a fiberglass boat, it's azaleas in May |
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It's the women I love and the law that I hate |
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Lord let me die in the Iodine State |
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Lord let me die in the Iodine State |
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. . . |
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Palmetto rose in the sidewalk mud |
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Pearly white stem and a big green bud |
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Catch him coming out of a King Street store |
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Bullshit story about the Civil War |
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You can believe what you want to believe |
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But there ain't no making up a basket weave |
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Everybody in the tri-county knows |
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Who makes the best palmetto rose |
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And it's war that we wage to get up every day |
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It's a basket of sweet grass, a wedding bouquet |
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It's the ladies I love and the law that I hate |
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But Lord let me die in the Iodine State |
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Lord let me die in the Iodine State |
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. . . |
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Out on Sullivan's Island, they're swimming |
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On the beach where the big boats rolled in |
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With the earliest slaves, women and children |
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Our first American kin |
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Here on King Street we're selling our roses |
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Two for a five dollar bill |
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And tonight after everything close |
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I'll follow my own free will |
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And I've taken my fill |
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I've taken my fill |