| Well, she sits there in the porch swing
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| On a hot afternoon in Georgia
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| Surveys everything on Daddy’s lap
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| And the gentlemen callers come by
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| To tell her that she’s gorgeous
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| One by one they ask her for her hand
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| But her mind has slipped away
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| More than a hundred years
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| No-one in this century
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| Can get to her from here
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| She’s gone with the wind, swept by the rain
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| Living in another time, lord it must bring her pain
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| I could be a Southern man if she’d only let me in
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| But she’s gone with the wind
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| Well, she dreams of white plantations
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| With ballrooms just for dancing
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| From a time when romance made girls' hearts beat fast
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| She’s looking down that dirt road
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| For a handsome rebel soldier
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| Home from war to her arms, safe at last
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| I volunteer my love
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| To save her from herself
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| But if she can’t have terror
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| She don’t want nobody’s help
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| She’s gone with the wind, swept by the rain
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| Living in another time, lord it must bring her pain
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| I could be a Southern man if she’d only let me in
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| But she’s gone with the wind, she’s gone with the wind
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| It all becomes so real
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| She feels just like that Southern belle
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| She swears that she was there
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| The night Atlanta burned like hell
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| She’s gone with the wind, swept by the rain
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| Living in another time, lord it must bring her pain
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| I could be a Southern man if she’d only let me in
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| But she’s gone with the wind, she’s gone with the wind
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| She’s gone with the wind, swept by the rain
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| Living in another time, lord it must bring her pain
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| I could be a Southern man if she’d only let me in
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| But she’s gone with the wind, she’s gone with the wind |