| I don’t know nothin' bout nothing
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| Black boy, oh misery
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| Oh, I’ve been dreaming of swinging from that old palmetto tree
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| Yea, I’ve been thinking about making tracks
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| But the only road I know
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| It’s going to lay me back
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| I’m stuck in the South
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| I’m stuck in the South
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| I’m stuck in the South
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| I don’t know nothin' 'bout Southern belles
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| But, I can tell you something 'bout Southern hell
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| When your skin give 'em cause
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| To take and take
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| I been itching like a bitch with fleas
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| And I’m too cold in the summer heat
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| Saying please get me out
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| Lord God, put me down
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| I’m stuck in the South
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| I’m stuck in the South
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| I’m stuck in the South
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| Clean my room
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| I’m going to dust my broom
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| Yea, I’m leaving soon
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| Yea, I’m leaving soon
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| I’m going to sing my blues
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| I’m bleached and blue
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| Yea, I’m leaving soon
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| I can’t get stuck in the South
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| I’m stuck in the South
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| Oh, I’m stuck in the South |