| I remember that blackland cotton gin
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| The Mississippi river rolling down the bend
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| Walking through the shady land my first trip to New Orleans
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| But most of all I remember you
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| I remember that crooked country road
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| And a whole lotta kids in the swimming hole
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| First time I’s on a train playin' in the summer rain
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| But most of all I remember you
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| For some things never seem to change
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| And your everlasting lovin' still remains
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| And if I ever make it to the heaven’s blue
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| But most of all I remember you
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| I remember that first time cheek to cheek
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| Your mama was a looking and your daddy was asleep
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| You in your cotton gown lettin' ally our long hair down
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| But most of all I remember you
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| Most of all I remember you most of all I remember you |