| She could of been born and raised in a Kentucky blue grass town
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| East Carolina, South Alabama
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| Anywhere you might hear a screen door slam
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| In a doublewide or a little white house her daddy built
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| By a cotton, corn or a tobacco field
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| Green grass growing up around that Oldsmobile out in the yard
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| The one her Uncle Bobby took apart
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| Anybody’s guess if and when
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| It’ll ever get put together again
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| Yeah she’s old black water
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| She’s southern comfort
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| She’s sweet magnolia sugar cane
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| Yeah she’s every jet trail sky
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| There’s wild horses in her eyes
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| And her heart you know you’d love to try and tame
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| She’s probably got saved on a red oak Baptist back road pew
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| Summers in the sun at Waterloo
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| Whiskey bonfire buzz, yeah she’s had a few
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| And she’s just like you
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| Midnight singin' with the windows down
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| Slip string driftin' down a road she found
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| The kind of girl that makes your world go around
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| And she’s old black water
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| She’s southern comfort
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| She’s sweet magnolia sugar cane
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| Yeah she’s every jet trail sky
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| There’s wild horses in her eyes
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| And a heart you know she’d love to try and tame
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| Yeah she’s old black water
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| She’s southern comfort
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| She’s sweet magnolia sugar cane
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| Yeah she’s every jet trail sky
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| There’s wild horses in her eyes
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| And her heart you know you’d love to try and tame
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| On a sunset back road taillights drift away
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| Yeah she’s old black water
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| She’s southern comfort
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| She’s sweet magnolia sugar cane
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| Yeah she’s every jet trail sky
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| There’s wild horses in her eyes
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| And her heart you know you’d love to try and tame |