| Underneath the cotton sun
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| The freedom we had just begun
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| Sweeter than the finest rum
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| With my Angeline
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| A home with every kind of tree
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| Built it without anything
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| Life is like a peach in cream
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| With my Angeline
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| Angeline, oh, Angeline
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| She had the softest smile that I had ever seen
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| Sweet summer rain
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| I just want to be able see her again
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| That day I was walking down
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| The railroad tracks I heard the sound
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| The sheriff, he was mighty proud
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| And told me I had to pay
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| The foreman, he had to come to find
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| Prison folk to work the mine
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| The judge was there to give me time
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| Away from my Angeline
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| Angeline, oh, Angeline
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| She’s the sweetest song that I could ever sing
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| Feeling the pain
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| I just want to be able to sing to her again
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| Seven years until I’m free
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| Working off this prison fee
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| My fingers smell like kerosene
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| In a mine in Tennessee
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| Every day I hold my breath
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| Every hour I wish for death
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| Angeline, she’s settled west
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| Away from Tennessee
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| Tennessee, oh, Tennessee
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| You have the darkest veins that I had ever seen
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| Deep in the mine
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| Angeline, your memories won’t let me die
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| Angeline
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| Angeline
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| Angeline
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| Angeline
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| Angeline (Angeline)
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| Angeline (Angeline)
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| Angeline (Angeline)
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| Angeline
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| Angeline, oh, Angeline
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| Had the softest smile that I had ever seen
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| Sweet summer rain
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| I just want to be able to see you again |