| Well now she taught school when she moved west
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| But we all knew what she did best
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| She like to stay out late at night down at the juke joint
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| And jump and shimmy 'til she felt alright
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| Well it started long ago
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| So long I can’t remember
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| Might have been may, and it might 'a' been december
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| The boys in their pickups, hangin' out by the gate
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| 'til her daddy come out yellin'
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| Hey boys its gettin' late, now
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| Eula… everybody loves you
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| Eula… I love ya too, yeah
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| Eula… honey won’t ya teach me
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| A thing or two that I can’t learn in school
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| Well the boy come down, down from mississippi
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| The people all said he look just like a hippie
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| Eula took a look at him the first day 'a' school
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| With his long hair, sideburns, yeah the boy is cool
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| Down in the holler', in the dead 'a' night
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| Doin' whatcha doin', whatcha doin' feelin' right
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| No one really knew exactly what went down
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| But two months later little eula left town
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| Eula… everybody loves you
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| Eula… I love ya too, yeah
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| Eula… honey won’t ya teach me
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| A thing or two that I can’t learn in school
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| We miss the sweet way, ya used to sashay
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| Eula pretty girl, why did ya go
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| Our hearts are breakin', we feel forsakin'
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| Hey you were the heart 'a' dixie
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| Eula… everybody loves you
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| Eula… I love ya too, yeah
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| Eula… honey won’t ya teach me
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| A thing or two that I can’t learn in school |