| There’s a town near Old Montgomery
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| Past the land where palm trees roll
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| In the heart of Magnolia country
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| Callin' me home, sweet mobile home
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| We had left that coastal city
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| Traveled north across the plain
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| Till those soft sweet postal delis
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| Led us away
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| Oh, save my soul on a rainy day
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| Honey, my heart’s been petrified
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| Oh, take me whole in the month of May
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| Darling, don’t leave me paralyzed
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| When I finally saw you comin'
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| Over hill and windin' roads
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| Little crowd silently drummin'
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| Straight for our home, sweet mobile home
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| Oh, save my soul on a rainy day
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| Honey, my heart’s been petrified
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| Oh, take me whole in the month of May
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| Darling, don’t leave me paralyzed
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| Through the south land of my memories
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| With an ivy covered dome
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| Every day’s a long lonely cemetery
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| Callin' me home, sweet mobile home |