| I was raised in the hills of Kentucky
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| I grew up in L. A
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| From different sides of the country
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| Every time we heard music play
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| We were learning our language
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| We were born to speak
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| We may not sing it the same way
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| But I hear what you’re saying to me
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| Hey, hey
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| We’re soul sisters
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| And roots run deep
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| We’re soul sisters
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| Laying it down
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| And we’re praying the soul to keep
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| Lord it took my breath away
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| When I heard a bottle neck slide
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| I felt blues in that bluegrass
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| That could not be denied
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| Here’s to the peers and the pioneers
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| Who paved the way
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| And passed it down to you and me
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| This musical DNA
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| Music is a language
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| That we were born to speak
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| I sing the blues
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| And I moan the blues
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| But I hear what you’re saying to me |