| Sweet southern seamstress on the porch
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| Slowly stitching up my heart
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| Lighting lanterns, playing cards
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| Sweet southern seamstress on the deck
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| In her eggshell wedding dress
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| She is smiling through the threads
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| The threads, the threads, the threads
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| And I’m high hoping for a long goodnight
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| For a longer morning with a friend for bride
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| I’m high hoping for a long romance
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| A countryside woman for this countryside man
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| Our eyes on the islands but our feet on the sand
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| Our ears to the silence but a clap in our hands
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| (Our hands)
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| Sweet southern springtime in this town
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| Dogwoods growing their hair down
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| Oh what peace we have found
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| Sweet southern springtime calling me
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| I can’t help but move my feet
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| When I dance with Kacie Reese
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| And I’m high hoping for a long goodnight
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| For a longer morning with a friend for bride
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| I’m high hoping for a long romance
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| A countryside woman for this countryside man
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| Our eyes on the islands but our feet on the sand
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| Our ears to the silence but a clap in our, a clap in our hands |