| Compared to my father I’m a college boy
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| Who never learned to saw a straight line
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| Compared to my mother I’m a sinner
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| Who never saw the light
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| But I read my bible every day
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| I worked my hands in wood
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| I ain’t always done my best but I’ve done the best I could
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| Compared to you I am Appalachian south
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| When I hear those sweet words like peaches in your mouth
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| I know that your roots run underneath this clay
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| To the place that makes a dreamer never wanna run away
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| Where love is rare
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| Love that’s true
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| I ain’t never met a woman in my life
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| That compared to you
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| Compared to my brother I’m a seeker
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| Who just wanted way too much
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| Compared to my sister I’m a loner
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| Who is livin' out of touch
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| And I’ve got nowhere else to be
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| Would you like to take a walk
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| Or just sit here and let me hear you talk?
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| Compared to you I am Appalachian south
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| When I hear those sweet words like peaches in your mouth
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| You talk with a drawl and I talk with a twang
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| But underneath it all we both mean the same thing
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| Love is rare
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| Love that’s true
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| I ain’t never met a woman in my life
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| That compared to you
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| Well now that you know all of that
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| Do you think that we could maybe close this gap?
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| Compared to you I am Appalachian south
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| When I hear those sweet words like peaches in your mouth
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| I know that your roots run underneath this clay
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| To the place that makes a dreamer never wanna run away
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| Where love is rare
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| Love that’s true
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| I ain’t never met a woman in my life
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| That compared to you |