| I was born and raised down in the south
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| You’ll know it soon as I open my mouth
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| All the cotton fields have blown away
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| Unless you’re rich there ain’t no reason to stay
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| So I’m up in Detroit in a factory
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| Leaving her back home is killin' me
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| I told my baby I’m a homesick man
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| She said I’ll bring you up some Dixieland
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| There’ll be a hoedown in Motown tonight
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| She’s gonna bring some southern sun
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| To these northern skies
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| We’ll make sweet tea and some good fried chicken
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| The love we make will be finger lickin'
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| There’s gonna be be a hoedown in Motown tonight
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| All my buddies say I’m country square
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| Told her I stick out like a thumb up here
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| I said you know they’re all some real cool cats
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| But when they see you they’ll forget all that
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| They all listen to that hip-hop rap
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| There ain’t no way that you can dance to that
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| Unless you string up that ol' violin
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| We’re gonna show ‘em all some fiddlin' |