| F you ever get south of cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow
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| If you ever get south of the mason dixon to the home you left so long ago
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| If you ever get south of the ohio river down where dixieland begins
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| If you ever get south of cincinnati Ill be yours again
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| She pulled the letter from the pages of her bible
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| And a rose pressed inside the book of luke
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| For fourteen years shed write each day but keep it hidden
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| Refused to even speak his name, but still she wrote
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| If you ever get south of cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow
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| If you ever get south of the mason dixon to the home you left so long ago
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| If you ever get south of the ohio river down where dixieland begins
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| If you ever get south of cincinnati Ill be yours again
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| At a cold gray apartment in chicago
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| A cigarette drowns inside a glass of gin
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| He lies there drunk, but it dont matter drunk or sober
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| Hell never read the words that pride wont let her send
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| If you ever get south of cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow
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| If you ever get south of the mason dixon to the home you left so long ago
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| If you ever get south of the ohio river down where dixieland begins
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| If you ever get south of cincinnati Ill be yours again
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| Then Ill be yours again |