| Feel the southern breezes and the southern wind
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| Blowin' down around the corner bend
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| At D’Agostino’s late last night
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| I saw a boy, fifteen, on the road
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| With nothing in his pocket, his hand to the sky
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| Nowhere else to go
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| Can you see it or believe it
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| he’s never been
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| So come with me I’ll show you
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| Where the dogwoods bloom, it’s true
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| Lost and found and lost again
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| To the Honeysuckle Blue
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| Runnin' through these caverns of gold
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| Runs a river of death indeed
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| An old hotel serves as a shelter
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| For children of the street
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| Abandoned by the promised land
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| Set sail on your own
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| How much longer will the well
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| Be dry for those who roam?
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| I got a ticket in my pocket
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| To send the corner man he’s never been
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| Have you ever seen the Blue Ridge Mountains, boy?
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| Or the Chattahoochee or the Honeysuckle blue?
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| (Come here to the promised land)
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| (Stand aside to understand)
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| (Far too close to see things through)
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| (Once on edge and once removed)
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| (Come here to the promised land)
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| Come here to the promised land and
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| (Stand aside to understand)
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| Run down and leave me like
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| (Far too close to see things through)
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| But if you got time I’ll take you through the times of love and war
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| (Once on edge and once removed)
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| To stand silently
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| (Come here to the promised land)
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| Well I got a dream and I gotta know but it’s standing far too
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| (Stand aside to understand)
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| And I got some and
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| (Far too close to see things through)
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| Well I’m runnin' for
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| Lost and found and lost again
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| To the Honeysuckle blue |