| Oh cover me with this deep south
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| While the wind is cronnin lullabies
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| Talk me into paradise
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| Somewhere deep in the heart of the South
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| Yellow moon is hangin' low
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| Over fields of cotton white as snow
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| My heart longs to turn it gold
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| Somewhere deep in the heart of the South
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| Laughter fills the afternoon
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| And every evening lovers linger on the Swanee shores
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| I can see Magnolias bloom around the cabin door
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| And that’s where I’m goin', sure as your born
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| I’m a weary rollin' stone
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| made my mind up and I’m goin' home
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| Come on seed and start to grow
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| Somewhere deep in the heart of the South
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| Laughter fills the afternoon
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| And every evening lovers linger on the Swanee shores
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| I can see Magnolias bloom around the cabin door
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| And that’s where I’m goin', sure as your born
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| I’m a weary rollin' stone
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| Nade my mind up and I’m goin' home
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| Come on feet and start to roam!
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| Somewhere deep in the heart of the South
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| Hey come on feet and do your stuff
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| The way is long and the road is rough
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| Somewhere deep in the heart of the South |