| It was a red hot night night in Mobile
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| Sweat glistened on the reverend’s chin
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| His mohair suit was shinin'
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| He told us all about sin
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| It could be wall to wall in Wall Street
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| We could be livin' hand to mouth
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| Jesus loved a yankee
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| But God saved the south
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| Across the street in the pool hall
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| Bubba put the eight ball down
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| It’s a high five celebration
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| They passed the Jack around
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| It’s wall to wall in Wall Street
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| We’re livin' hand to mouth
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| Jesus loved a yankee
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| But God saved the south
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| God saved the south
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| Yankee boy shut your mouth
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| Yes, God saved the south
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| Yankee boy shut your mouth
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| Shut your mouth
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| Some long haired boys with guitars
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| Playin' behind the chicken wire
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| They’re goin' up to New York City
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| Gonna sing about Atlanta’s fire
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| It could be wall to wall in Wall Street
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| We could be livin' hand to mouth
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| Jesus loved a yankee
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| But God saved the south
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| And God saved the south
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| Yankee boy shut your mouth
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| Yes, God saved the south
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| Yankee boy shut your mouth
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| Yes, God saved the south
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| Yankee boy shut your mouth
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| And God saved the south
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| So, Yankee boy shut your mouth
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| And God saved the south
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| Yankee boy shut your mouth
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| Yes, God saved the south
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| So, Yankee boy shut your mouth
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| God saved the south
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| So, Yankee boy shut your mouth |