| One fine mornin' when the wild geese fly
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| I’m takin' my chances on the sunny side
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| I’m headed down south where the grass grows tall
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| Where the mockingbirds singing and the whippoorwill calls
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| Spanish moss on the Natchez Trace
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| Gulf wind blowin' wide across my face
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| French girls dancin' to a big bang drum
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| Back down south where I come from
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| Where the river flows like warm molasses
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| Rain fogs up my readin' glasses
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| Honey suckle strong enough to curl
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| Your hair back down there
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| One fine mornin', gonna pull up stakes
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| I’m gonna chalk it all up as just a bad mistake
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| Gonna hit the decks runnin' bid a fond farewell
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| By the time I get to Memphis I’ll be outta my shell
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| Cotton fields just as white as snow
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| Sweet magnolia blossoms grow
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| Big moon shinin' like an ice cream cone
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| Back down south where I belong
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| Where the river flows like milk and honey
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| The nights are slow and the eggs are runny
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| I wouldn’t mind sittin' in a rockin' chair back down there
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| Jewel of the south cross my heart, shut my mouth
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| Come the mornin', I’ll be home in the sweet Delta dawn
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| One fine mornin' and it won’t be long
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| I’m leavin' put early with my glad rags on
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| I’m gonna pull a load of wool off of my own two eyes
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| And sharpen my senses countin' railroad ties
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| When the mile long trestle makes a clickity-clack
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| The whole dang town is gonna welcome me back
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| Ticket to the land of the sugar cane back
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| Down on the Pontchartrain
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| Where the river flows like a grand mariner
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| Sweet olive takes my breath away
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| Sunday mornin' walkin' on the Jackson Square back down there
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| Jewel of the south cross my heart, shut my mouth
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| Come the mornin', I’ll be home in the sweet Delta dawn
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| Come the mornin', I’ll be home in the sweet Delta dawn |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jewel Of The South , by - Rodney Crowell. Song from the album Jewel Of The South, in the genre Кантри