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Just like the way that you ran to wine |
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When they made the new milk turn |
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Jesus a friend in the better times |
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Let your mother's |
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Bible burn |
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Freedom a fever you suffered through |
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And the dog drank from your cup |
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Frozen the river that baptized you |
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And the horse died standing up |
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But when a southern anthem rings |
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She will buckle to that sound |
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When that southern anthem sings |
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It will lay her burdens down |
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Just like the way that you lost your guns |
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When they cut the clothesline loose |
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Jesus a friend of the weaker ones |
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Said "I'm all they stole from you" |
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Freedom a thistle that withered dry |
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Still a baby in your hands |
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Frozen the ground refused to die |
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And the guitar rose again |
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But when a southern anthem rings |
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She will buckle to that sound |
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When that southern anthem sings |
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It will lay her burdens down |
