| She’s never in the spotlights
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| But everybody knows that she’s the star
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| And once she shines upon you
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| She’ll make you truly proud of where you are
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| She’ll wipe away the pain of all the dues she had to pay
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| When the curtain to her world starts to unfold
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| With mother tender hand she will applaud
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| And feed the hunger in your soul
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| And she’s known as the Grand Ole Opry
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| Where the legend come to call
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| She’s the queen of country music
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| She’s the grandest lady of them all
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| She sings of desperados
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| And lonesome whistle love and midnight train
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| And the coal mines of Kentucky
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| And how it feels to be out in the rain
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| She sings of Texas cowboys of hoboes and the heroes
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| And the loneliness up where and prison blues
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| But most of all she sings about
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| The common people just like me and you
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| And she’s known as the Grand Ole Opry
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| Where the legend come to call
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| She’s the queen of country music
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| She’s the grandest lady of them all… |