| They were farm kids way down in Dixie
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| Met in high school in the sixties
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| Everyone knew it was love from the start
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| One July, in the midnight hour
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| He climbed upon the water tower
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| Stood on the rail and painted a ten-foot heart
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| In John Deere green
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| On a hot summer night
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| He wrote «Billy Bob loves Charlene»
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| In letters three-foot-high
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| And the whole town said that he should have used red
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| But it looked good to Charlene
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| In John Deere green
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| They settled down on eighty acres
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| Raising sweet corn, kids, and tomatoes
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| They went together like a hand and a glove
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| On a clear day from their front yard
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| If you look and know what to look for
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| Off to the east, you can still read his words of love
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| In John Deere green
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| On a hot summer night
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| He wrote «Billy Bob loves Charlene»
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| In letters three-foot-high
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| And the whole town said the boy should have used red
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| But it looked good to Charlene
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| In John Deere green
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| Now more than once the town has discovered
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| Painting over it ain’t no use
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| There ain’t no paint in the world that’ll cover it
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| The heart keeps showing through
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| In John Deere green
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| On a hot summer night
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| He wrote «Billy Bob loves Charlene»
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| In letters three-foot-high
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| And the whole town said the fool should have used red
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| But it looked good to Charlene
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| In John Deere green
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| Ah, paint it green boy
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| In John Deere green
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| On a hot summer night
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| He wrote «Billy Bob loves Charlene»
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| In letters three-foot-high
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| And the whole town said the boy should have used red
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| But it looked good to Charlene
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| In John Deere green
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| John Deere green |