| Spanish moss drippin` from a live oak tree
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| Mockin bird sittin` on a cypress knee
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| Sweet `ole sycamore blowin` in the breeze
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| The slammin` of the screen door
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| Ice cold creek and sugar white sand
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| Pink azalea bloomin` like to beat the band
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| Grandaddy reachin` down to take my hand
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| Gonna go to the candy store
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| Me &Jesus we was as thick as thieves
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| He washed me in the blood and lordy I believed
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| And I gave him my heart
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| At the altar call
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| Back in Eden before the fall
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| Eden before the fall
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| Coal black curls and a dimple in his chin
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| A swagger in his walk and a sideways grin
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| Even Elvis himself had nothin` on him
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| The boy couldn`t be denied
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| His daddy`s in the pulpit shoutin` fury and fire
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| We`re sneakin` out the back door behind the choir
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| And it couldn`t be wrong `cause it was pure desire
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| We were saved and sanctified
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| Lyin` on a bed of magnolia leaves
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| He said I was an angel lord and I believed
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| And I gave him my heart
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| Lord I gave it all
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| Back in Eden before the fall
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| Eden before the fall
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| The apple tasted sweeter and the world was clean |
| I could make sense out of everything
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| Now it`s just a beautiful dream I can`t quite recall
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| Just like Eden before the fall
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| Eden before the fall |