| Record man said, «Son, let me hear what you got
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| Word on the street is that you’re pretty hot
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| Well, you Georgia boy’s been makin' noise, I swear
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| Must be somethin' in the water down there»
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| Picked up my guitar and I started to strum
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| This little number 'bout where I come from
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| Way down the dirt road in the July air
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| You can bet there’s somethin' in the water down there
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| Yeah, she’s five foot somethin', legs all long and tanned
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| Sittin' on that river bank with the toes in the sand
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| Them Southern girls, I’ll tell you, nothin' compares
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| Yeah, there’s somethin' in the water down there
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| Yeah, yeah
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| There’s a rock about thirty feet high
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| Jump off the top, feel like you can fly
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| Well, that river’s cold, man, but you won’t care
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| 'Cause there’s somethin' in the water down there
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| Yeah, she’s five foot somethin', legs all long and tanned
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| Sittin' on that river bank with the toes in the sand
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| Them Southern girls, I’ll tell you, nothin' compares
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| Yeah, there’s somethin' in the water down there
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| If you wanna slow down
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| If you wanna go down
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| If you wanna jump in
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| Let me get an «amen»
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| Well, she’s five foot somethin', legs all long and tanned
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| Sittin' on that river bank with the toes in the sand
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| Them Southern girls, I’ll tell you, nothin' compares
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| Yeah, there’s somethin' in the water down there
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| Yeah, she’s five foot somethin', legs all long and tanned
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| Sittin' on that river bank with the toes in the sand
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| Them Southern girls, I’ll tell you, nothin' compares
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| Yeah, there’s somethin' in the water down there
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| Yeah, yeah |