| I’m so glad you finally called
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| It’s been way too long
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| How’s New York and you been getting on?
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| You say you’re prayin' for one whole week
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| Well, let me just tell you
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| The weather here’s been kind of crazy too
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| Summer in Dixie, sure been cold
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| Even when the sun burns hot enough
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| There’d be tar on the road
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| Way down in my heart, a north wind blows
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| Summer in Dixie, sure been cold
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| Now if Manhattan turns you on
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| Do what you gotta do
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| Don’t worry how I’ll make it without you
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| I’ll just here on the porch
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| And wait here for the breeze
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| To whisper your name through the willow trees
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| Summer in Dixie, it sure been cold
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| Even when the sun burns hot enough
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| There’d be tar on the road
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| Way down in my heart, a north wind blows
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| Summer in Dixie, sure been cold
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| You know I’d never
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| Talk about the weather
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| Summer in Dixie, sure been cold
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| Even when the sun burns hot enough
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| There’d be tar on the road
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| Way down in my heart, a north wind blows
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| Summer in Dixie, sure been cold
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| Summer in Dixie, sure been cold |