| When I was a child down in South Caroline
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| Soon as Saturday sun went on down
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| My folks and sister would go
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| And leave me home all alone
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| Going to that big square dance in town
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| Well, my old radio would play
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| That old opry show
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| So I never got lonesome or blue
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| I’d fall asleep in my chair
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| And dream that I was right there
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| Just singing the whole night through
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| When my folks would come home
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| They’d be humming a song
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| Mama’d smile and say
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| Child, don’t you know
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| There ain’t a thing in this world
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| To make you fall in love, girl
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| Like the San Antonio Stroll?
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| Well, the day finally come
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| When my mama said
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| Hun, it’s 'bout time you came with us as well
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| Well, I had me a time, yes
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| I danced all the night
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| 'Til they rang that ol' cracked-midnight bell
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| Then the lights went down low
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| The fiddler picked up his bow
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| And he played something stately and slow
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| And my sister Eileen
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| And her husband-to-be
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| They held hands and began to stroll
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| I’ve been away for a while
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| But it still brings a smile
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| When I think of the way that it goes
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| Now I’ll sing it to you
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| Just so we both can do
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| That old San Antonio Stroll
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| Yes, I’ll sing it to you
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| Just so we all can do
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| That old San Antonio Stroll |