| Let’s go down to Walkertown
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| Where the flatland starts to rise
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| Cut a stalk of that sweet southern cane
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| Listen to the whippoorwills
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| And watch the fireflies
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| Wash ourselves in Carolina rain
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| Baby where’d the time go
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| I feel it flying by
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| So much work I thought I had to do
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| But everything I’d ever want
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| See it in your eyes
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| The only thing I care about is you
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| Let’s go down to Walkertown
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| Where the flatland starts to rise
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| Cut a stalk of that sweet southern cane
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| Listen to the whippoorwills
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| And watch the fireflies
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| Wash ourselves in Carolina rain
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| I know that we were younger once
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| Now we’re growing old
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| We don’t have to want the things we wanted then
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| Why chase that dollar
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| My baby’s got a heart of gold
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| I know we’ll find ourselves again
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| They say money isn’t everything
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| But it’s not a thing at all
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| Just a way to get what you need to survive
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| I don’t care about it now, no
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| Pride no fear, no fall
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| Just us two in love again at last
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| Let’s go down to Walkertown
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| Where the flatland starts to rise
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| Cut a stalk of that sweet southern cane
|
| Listen to the whippoorwills
|
| And watch the fireflies
|
| Wash ourselves in Carolina rain
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| Wash ourselves in Carolina rain |