| He was a raw boned southern boy
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| Stronger than a hurricane
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| He had a soft side
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| Was a bonafide
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| Hard drinking kind of man
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| This gonna be a long, long night
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| She was the third child of a geechie girl
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| Fine as Carolina sand
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| She had hot blood, was a wild thing
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| Every time she got the chance
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| This gonna be a long, long night
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| Fire, fire, fire
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| Everybody’s gonna be talking 'bout this
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| For a hundred years from now
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| Everybody’s gonna be talking 'bout how
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| They burned the whole place down
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| She had a sea shell on a shoe string
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| Wore it underneath her clothes
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| When he gave it to her
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| She understood
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| Nobody else could ever know
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| This gonna be a long, long night
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| Fire, fire, fire
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| Everybody’s gonna be talking 'bout this
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| For a hundred years from now
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| Everybody’s gonna be talking 'bout how
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| They burned the whole place down
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| Hit 'em, like heat rush
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| Burning like a fever
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| They’d never be forgiven
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| But you can’t keep it hidden
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| When you’re burning like a fever
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| Burning like a fever, fever
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| Burning like a fever, fever
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| Burning like a fever, fever, fever
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| Burning like a
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| Fire, fire, fire
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| Fire, fire, fire
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| Everybody’s gonna be talking 'bout this
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| For a hundred years from now
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| Everybody’s gonna be talking 'bout how
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| They burned the whole place down
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| (Gracias a Ernesto por esta letra) |