| I got my boots laced on with my guitar strings
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| Every step I take I’m nothing but a saint (way down south, don’t ya know)
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| Callin' me home like a deer camp fall
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| I ain’t found nothing better anywhere I’ve gone
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| Back down south don’t ya know
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| The girls just got that Tennessee Mojo
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| Kiss my mouth, let the whiskey flow
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| Gonna hang my hat when I get back home
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| The one sweet thing that I miss the most…
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| Oh, Tennessee Mojo
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| Well the sun shines brighter than the golden sand
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| All the pretty ladies wanna hold my hand (way down south, don’t ya know)
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| Yeah, the cowboys smoke 'em, that’s what my kinfolk say
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| I work all night just to sleep all day
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| Back down south don’t ya know
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| The girls just got that Tennessee Mojo
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| Kiss my mouth, let the whiskey flow
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| Gonna hang my hat when I get back home
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| The one sweet thing that I miss the most…
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| Oh, Tennessee Mojo
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| Back down south don’t ya know
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| The girls just got that Tennessee Mojo
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| Kiss my mouth, let the whiskey flow
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| Gonna hang my hat when I get back home
|
| Back down south don’t ya know
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| The girls just got that Tennessee Mojo
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| Kiss my mouth, let the whiskey flow
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| Gonna hang my hat when I get back home
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| The one sweet thing that I miss the most…
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| The one sweet thing that I miss the most…
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| Tennessee Mojo |