| Across the street from Mable’s store
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| Underneath my daddy’s carport
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| If you knew at least three chords
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| You could come and play all night long
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| Flattop, mandolin or anything with strings
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| Every single Saturday you could hear us sing
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| High and low, rough and sweet
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| And if you couldn’t play you brought something to eat
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| Folks would come from miles around
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| It gets in your blood and you can’t get it out
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| When it steals your heart there ain’t nothing you can do
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| There wasn’t no money
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| You just sing 'cause you loved to
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| Daddy would sing 'Ring of Fire'
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| Someone would play the 'Wildwood Flower'
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| Fiddles moaning in the wee small hours
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| And you couldn’t make the people go home
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| I’d sit in Momma’s lap and she’d rock me to sleep
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| To 'Amazing Grace' in three part harmony
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| I carry in my soul the music from my younger days
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| And I try to remember every time I hit the stage
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| High and low
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| Rough and sweet
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| If I wasn’t getting paid, I’d be doing it for free
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| Folks would come from miles around
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| It gets in your blood
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| And you can’t get it out
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| When it steals your heart
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| There ain’t nothing you can do
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| Lord, I don’t sing for the money
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| I sing 'cause I love to
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| Lord, I don’t sing for the money
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| I sing 'cause I love to |