| Diamond Rings, Limosines
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| Down home girl, Uptown dreams
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| Penthouse suites, Broadway shows
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| They just don’t move her like zydeco
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| She’s goin up to the city, she don’t know what to do
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| She’s got one foot in New York City and one foot in the bayou
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| Taxi cabs, traffic jams
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| Sure do miss her candied yams
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| She packed her bags, you shoulda seen
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| That big suitcase full of turnip greens
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| She’s goin up to the city, still got mud on her shoes
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| She’s got one foot in New York City and one foot in the bayou
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| If she’s gone I wish her well
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| She might come home you just can’t tell
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| But if she runs out of luck, I’ll drive right up and get her in my truck
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| She’s goin up to the city, she don’t know what to do
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| She was born and raised in Morgan City, still got mud on her shoes
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| She got one foot in New York, One foot in the bayou
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| If she’s gone I wish her well
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| She might come home you just can’t tell
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| But if she runs out of of luck, I’m gonna drive right up and get her in my truck
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| She’s goin up to the city, she don’t know what to do
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| She was born and raised in Morgan City, still got mud on her shoes
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| She got one foot in New York yall, One foot in the bayou
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| Yea, she’s got one foot in New York City, one foot in the bayou
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| She’s got one foot in New York City, one foot in the Bayou |