| She’s as pretty as South Georgia peaches
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| And as hot as any Tennessee June
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| She’s a treasure underneath that Carolina kudzu
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| She still outshines a Mississippi moon
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| When she walks into a room
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| Her kiss sure drives me crazy
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| I melt when she says my name
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| Just one touch can make this old heart sing
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| But it ain’t the blue sky in her blue eyes
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| It ain’t good looks at all
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| It’s the way she says I love you that makes me fall, y’all
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| In that sweet, soft, slow southern drawl
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| Her lips are redder than an Alabama sunset
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| Her hair is amber like Texas waves of grain
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| She’s a dirt road, barefoot ballerina, sweet heart
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| She’s gentle like a country summer rain
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| She’s pretty much everything
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| And her kiss sure drives me crazy
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| I melt when she says my name
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| Just one touch can make this old heart sing
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| But it ain’t the blue sky in her blue eyes
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| It ain’t good looks at all
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| It’s the way she says I love you that makes me fall, y’all
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| In that sweet, soft, slow southern drawl
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| In that sweet, soft, slow southern drawl |