| Deep down in mississippi
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| I found my sweet delta blues
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| She weaved a little southern spell on me Made a little voodoo
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| She was born the bright side of midnight
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| When her mama was seventeen
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| She was a hot blooded — God fearin — gospel girl
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| The finest that I ever seen
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| Shes black coffee — little bit o cream
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| Sweet brown sugar — my midnight dream
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| Black pearl — my kinda girl
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| Just the kind of thing to rock my world
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| Black pearl — shes my kinda girl
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| Met her in a dixie diner
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| Put on the southern hospitality
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| I can still smell her sweet molasses
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| Running all over me We started rollin like the river
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| Like a twister tearin through the town
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| Tongue tied — satisfied — n southern fried
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| As she drove this ol dixie down
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| Shes black coffee — little bit o cream
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| Sweet brown sugar — my midnight dream
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| Black pearl — my kinda girl
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| Just the kind of thing to rock my world
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| Black pearl — shes my kinda girl
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| Yeah shes alright — yeah shes ok Makin love night — she really made my day |