| You were made to shine under Southern stars
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| Pure as the mountain rain
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| You’re the love songs pouring out of this guitar
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| Sweeter than sugarcane
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| You’ve got my heart wrapped up like it’s down in the holler
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| Covered in kudzu vines
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| When the night feels right I’m gonna come a-callin'
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| I’m gonna make you mine
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| You’re hallelujah, Sunday morning
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| All I’ve ever needed, wanted
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| Underneath this pale moon sky
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| I’m gonna make you mine
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| Yeah, I’m gonna make you mine
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| Gonna take you slow dancing by the water
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| I just wanna hold you tight
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| I’m in love with you so, miner’s daughter
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| And I’m gonna make you mine
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| You’re hallelujah, Sunday morning
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| All I’ve ever needed, wanted
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| Underneath this pale moon sky
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| I’m gonna make you mine
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| Yeah, I’m gonna make you mine
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| You’re hallelujah, Sunday morning
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| All I’ve ever needed, wanted
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| Underneath this pale moon sky
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| I’m gonna make you mine
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| You’re hallelujah, Sunday morning
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| All I’ve ever needed, wanted
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| Underneath this pale moon sky
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| I’m gonna make you mine
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| Yeah, I’m gonna make you mine
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| You were made to shine under Southern stars
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| In my arms tonight
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| I can feel the beating of your heart
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| I’m gonna make you mine |