| I saw the river playing in the valley
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| Rushing 'round a bend and skipping stones
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| I saw the meadow wobble in the moonlight
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| I’ve come to get my girl and take her home
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| Her doorbell plays a bar of Stephen Foster
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| Her sister never left and look what it cost her
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| We’re gonna live in Nashville and I’ll make a career
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| Out of writing sad songs and gettin' paid by the tear
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| Marry me and leave Kentucky
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| Come to Tennessee
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| 'Cause you’re the only ten I see
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| You’re the only ten I see
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| I’ve looked through offices and honky-tonks
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| For men man enough to be
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| Mister, Misses Tennessee
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| Mister, Misses Tennessee
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| Punk rock died when the first kid said
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| «Punk's not dead, punk’s not dead»
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| You know Louisville is death, we’ve got to up and move
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| Because the dead do not improve
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| Goodbye users and suckers and steady bad luckers
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| We’re off to the land of club soda unbridled
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| We’re off to the land of hot middle-aged women
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| Off to the land whose blood runneth orange
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| Marry me and leave Kentucky
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| And come to Tennessee
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| 'Cause you’re the only ten I see
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| You’re the only ten I see
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| I’ve looked through offices and honky-tonks
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| For men man enough to be
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| Mister, Misses Tennessee
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| Mister, Misses Tennessee |