| I’ve seen rain on the Mississippi delta
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| I’ve seen the sun rise on Baton Rouge
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| But of all the things these eyes have seen
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| Baby, nothing compares to you
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| I heard some tales from an old man in Jackson
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| 'Bout a sacred place in Tennessee
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| Where music fills the air and love is everywhere
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| And a boy like me could never leave
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| And you know me — had to see it for myself
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| So I hit the road and took your heart along
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| And those cowboys played those strings in ways I’ve never seen
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| But I only heard your song
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| I’ve seen rain on the Mississippi delta
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| I’ve seen the sun rise on Baton Rouge
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| But of all the things these eyes have seen
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| Baby, nothing compares to you
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| Now, night is falling on this crazy, little town
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| And I’m heading out the door
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| 'Cause I know that I all I need is you right here with me
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| And I’m not leaving anymore
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| I’ve seen rain on the Mississippi delta
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| I’ve seen the sun rise on Baton Rouge
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| But of all the things these eyes have seen
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| Baby, nothing compares to you
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| No, nothing compares to you
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| Baby, nothing compares to you |