| Beyond this maze of city streets
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| Beyond those painted faces
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| There’s a road that leads to cool green fields
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| And girls who’re dressed in laces
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| Everyone has a front porch swing
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| Every house a parlor
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| When the float is dry, watch me thirst
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| There’s more than just spring water
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| Shady grove, my little miss
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| Shady grove, my darlin'
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| Shady grove, my little miss
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| Come with me to Harlan
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| Just sittin' here in the mornin' sun
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| Looks like glittering fire
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| She’s long, she’s lean, she won’t run
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| She fills me with desire
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| Kentucky, I could go back in
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| From a bed of yellow daisies
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| The sun is warm, her kiss is hot
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| She’s known to drive me crazy
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| Shady grove, my little miss
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| Shady grove, my darlin'
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| Shady grove, my little miss
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| Come with me to Harlan
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| Shady grove, my little miss
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| Shady grove, my darlin'
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| Shady grove, my little miss
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| Come with me to Harlan
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| Shady grove, my little miss
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| Shady grove, my darlin'
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| Shady grove, my little miss
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| Come with me to Harlan |