| On a rainy, windy morning that’s the day that I was born on
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| In the old sharecroppers one room country shack
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| They say my mammy left me, same day that she had me
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| Said she hit the road and never once looked back
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| And I just thought I’d mention, my grandma’s old age pension
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| Is the reason why I’m standing here today
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| I got all my country learning, living and a churning
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| Pickin' cotton, rasin' hell, and bailin' hay
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| I’ve been to georgia on a fast train honey
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| I wouldn’t born no yesterday
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| Got a good christian raisin' and an eighth grade education
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| Ain’t no need in y’all a treatin' me this way
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| And now sweet caroline, I don’t guess I’ll ever find
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| Another woman put together like you all
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| With your wiggle and your walkin', and your big city talkin'
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| Your brand new shiny plymouth rag-top car
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| Yeah it’s hurry up and wait, in this world of give and take
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| Seems like haste makes for waste every time
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| And I pray to my soul, when you hear those ages roll
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| You better know I’m gonna get my share of mine
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| I’ve been to georgia on a fast train honey
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| I wouldn’t born no yesterday
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| Got a good christian raisin' and an eighth grade education
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| Ain’t no need in y’all a treatin' me this way |