| Well, I’m leaving West Virginia in the morning
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| And I’m headin' out that California way
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| I don’t know what I’ll find but baby it’s my time
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| And I’ll surely leave my heart below the Mason-Dixon line
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| I’ve seen a lot of folks 'round the street tonight
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| Can’t seem to find the words to say goodbye
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| We’re close enough to touch but speaking is too much
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| And goodbyes are heard without a word
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| And they’re much more than enough
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| My mama and my daddy they don’t know what to say
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| They just can’t bring themselves to understand
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| They think I run away, but to run would be to stay
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| Cause the things you want are only worth the price you have to pay
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| What is home but a place you keep within your heart
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| And call on when you need to feel assured
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| A place where all you need to be is what you are-
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| A past that in the present somehow makes you feel secure
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| Well, I’m leavin' West Virginia in the morning
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| And I’m headin' out that California way
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| I don’t know what I’ll find but baby it’s my time
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| And I’ll surely leave my heart below the Mason-Dixon line |
| Yes I’ll surely leave my heart below the Mason-Dixon line |