| Past the cotton fields in the old spring mill
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| we laid a blanket down where the world was still
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| where nothin' but a quarter moon lights up the dark.
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| Just me and her, let nature work when it feels so right, there’s no need for
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| words.
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| All cuddled up just listening to our hearts.
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| And the crickets, itty bitty crickets.
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| There ain’t another sound for miles around just listen.
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| Its quiet, real quiet. |
| When the crickets start chirpin, Lord don’t they say it
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| all.
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| It was going great, just our third date, we were takin it slow, but getting
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| carried away, I never thought you could fall so far so soon.
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| It coulda been her eyes or the boon’s farm wine, but either way my tongue came
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| untied, and we both heard me say, I love you.
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| Crickets, nothin but crickets. |
| Ain’t another sound for miles around just listen.
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| It’s quiet, real quiet. |
| When the crickets start chirping Lord don’t the say it
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| all.
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| It mighta been seconds, but it felt like an hour, then she gave me a kiss,
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| said it’s all worked out. |
| Got momma’s white dress, my grandmomma’s ring,
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| I know a little church baby, what do you think?
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| It’s quiet, real quiet. |
| When the crickets start chirping Lord don’t the say it
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| all. |
| Oh crickets, itty bitty crickets. |
| When the crickets start chirping,
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| Lord don’t the say it all. |