| Wild young Cowboy runnin rigs and farmin land
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| When he meet her at the armory dance
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| Dark skin and beautiful had a smile that drove him wild
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| Daddy been lovin mama since fore I was a child
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| And that’s a romance in the south
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| Had a few older brothers one blood couple wasn’t even kin
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| Lord what I wouldn’t give to be young again
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| Barefoot in that bottom nothin more than just hangin out
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| They taught me what bein cool was all about
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| And that’s a romance in the south
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| So many stories’s to be told
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| So many chaliced hands to hold
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| When the lord answers prayers we shout out
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| Thank you Lord we love ya
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| Ya that’s another romance in the south
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| She had eyes like diamonds had a kiss like home-made wine
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| Little does of her and I was as high as the Caroline’s
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| We were young and crazy bound by wild desire
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| She could set a queen city night on fire
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| And that’s a romance in the south
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| So many stories to be told
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| I got me a hand to hold
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| Another answered pray and I shot out
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| Thank you Lord I love ya
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| Ya that’s another romance in the south |