| Mister pull up a chair
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| I got time for tears
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| Tell me all the stories that you never did
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| Of the salty south
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| The Seminoles held out
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| While Geronimo died in a lonely jail
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| A thousand tides, and
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| A thousand waves
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| Takin' it all away
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| It’ll come back in We’ll be gone by then
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| And it’s a miracle we ever learned to live
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| Drain that land
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| For a better plan
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| Sugarcane and the civil man
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| But now the ringin' dead them pines
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| Planted in that time
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| We gonna keep on killin' till they get it right
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| A thousand tides, and
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| A thousand waves
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| Takin' it all away
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| It’ll come back in We’ll be gone by then, oh And it’s a miracle we ever learned to live
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| I remember the wind
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| As it was settlin'
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| And every sun goin' down was a picture then
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| But we look back at 'em framed
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| They all look the same
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| There’s no sense of time, no sense of pain
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| A thousand tides, and
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| A thousand waves
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| Takin' it all away
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| And it’ll come back in We’ll be gone by then, oh And it’s a miracle we ever learned to give |