| Way down there, in South Carolina
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| Everybody tells me there ain’t no woman finer, no
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| Never, never, never gonna listen what my mama said, yeah
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| Never, never, never gonna leave her for one whole day
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| Muscadine
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| My girl’s sweeter than a muscadine
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| Muscadine
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| My girl’s sweeter than a muscadine
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| Oh come on, yeah
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| Way down there, below the Mason-Dixon
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| Everybody knows she’s a red-haired vixen
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| Never, never, never gonna listen what all my friends say, yeah
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| Never, never, never gonna see her after today, yeah
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| Now, muscadine
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| My girl’s sweeter than a muscadine
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| Muscadine
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| My girl’s sweeter than a muscadine
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| Oh
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| Muscadine
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| My girl’s sweeter than a muscadine
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| Muscadine
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| My girl’s sweeter than a muscadine
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| Muscadine
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| My girl’s sweeter than a muscadine
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| Muscadine
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| Sweetest berry hanging on the vine
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| Alright, now |