| Someday baby, we’ll leave this town
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| For a little house and counrty scene
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| But right now my love
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| It’s gonna take some time
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| Saving our nickels
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| Counting all our dimes
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| Then hickory glows, 'cause hickory knows
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| With each song she sings him
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| A new day she brings him
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| He says hickory when your singing the blues
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| This downtown guy feels like uptown new
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| Something in your voice sounded soothing and clear
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| Like magic, this old ghetto seems to disappear
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| There across town, in a brown stone cellar
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| There’s a bit of heaven singin'
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| Every night a song keeps bringin'
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| Crowds of people by the score
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| Hickory’s heart must be made of sunshine
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| Singing songs of sweet salvation
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| Brings back inspiration
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| Keeps them coming back for more
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| They sing hickory, when your singing the blues
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| This downtown street feels like uptown new
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| Something in your voice sounded soothing and clear
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| Like magic this old ghetto seems to disappear
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| Hickory got a guy she lives for
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| He drives taxi downtown city
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| That job of his is dirt and gritty
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| 'Nough to make a big man cry
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| Countin' his coin till makes a dollar
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| To pay the rent for where they’re sleepin'
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| She’s always at the door to greet him
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| Sayin' they’ll make it by and by
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| Hickory when your singin' the blues
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| This downtown guy feels like uptown new
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| Something in your voice sounded soothing and clear
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| Like magic this old ghetto seems to disappear
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| Hickory, hickory, hickorrryyyyy
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| Hickory, hickory… |