| When I was a girl growing up in the South
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| Wild as a March hare, trying to figure things out
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| Back when the Black-eyed peas
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| Were something you put in your mouth
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| Yeah, you know what I’m talking about…
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| We were told to either fish or cut bait
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| Can’t never could and it don’t pay to be late
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| When you’re a sight for sore eyes, it’s good to see your face
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| You know what I’m talking about
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| We like our loving under the stars up in the sky
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| If one’s in the oven, you still get servic with a smile
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| If we had our brothers w’d rather walk a country mile
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| You catch more bees with honey than with money
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| It’s the southern way of life (simple life)… (do what?)
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| Living in high cotton is the way it should be
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| Two peas in a pod means you’re hanging with me
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| If you’re pointing a finger you’re barking up the wrong tree
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| You know what I’m talking about
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| We like our loving under the stars up in the sky
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| If one’s in the oven, you still get service with a smile
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| If we had our brothers we’d rather walk a country mile
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| You catch more bees with honey than with money
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| It’s the southern way of life (simple life)… (do what?)
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| We’re fixin' to get with it, there’s hoe cakes in the kitchen
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| You can fetch ‘em if you want ‘em, I reckon it’s time for supper
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| When you’re smack dab in the middle of some high falutin quibble
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| No need to start a ruckus or get all cattywampus |