| Just a skinny little Mississippi railroad man
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| That loved to sing and play
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| He brought his music from the cotton fields
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| To the the hillbilly hall of fame
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| Thank God for Jimmie Rodgers
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| Chisel his name in the cornerstone
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| I just wish he could’ve lived to see the day
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| When country took the throne
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| Now a million songs have come and gone
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| Since we made that humble start
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| About neon nights, everyday life
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| Love and broken hearts
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| And more and more folks
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| Kept tuning in and turning on
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| Now I can proudly say that I saw the day
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| When country took the throne
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| Now from Carolina to California, Texas to New York
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| They can’t get enough of this country stuff
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| And they’re screaming for more
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| We painted the town with that grand old sound
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| And the whole world sang along
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| Yes, I was there the day
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| When country took the throne
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| Now, no one knows what the future holds
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| But I bet my best guitar
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| There’ll be a jukebox jumping on Jupiter
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| And a honky-tonk on Mars
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| In the last frontier they’ll stand and cheer
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| The best music ever known
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| They’ll celebrate that age old day
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| When country took the throne
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| Now from Carolina to California, Texas to New York
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| They can’t get enough of this country stuff
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| And they’re screaming for more
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| We painted the town with that grand old sound
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| And the whole world sang along
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| Yes, I was there the day
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| When country took the throne
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| I said I was there the day
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| When country took the throne |