| Just a girl born in Dixie
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| Washed in the blood
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| And raised on the banks
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| Of the Mississippi mud
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| She always had a thing
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| About fallin’in love with a bad boy
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| Yea, they could see it all comin'
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| But her daddy never dreamed
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| She’d grow up that fast
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| You know what I mean
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| The way a girl gets
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| When she turns 17
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| Kinda crazy
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| She’s a rebel child
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| And a preacher’s daughter
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| She was baptized in dirty water
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| Her mama cried the first time
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| They caught her with me They knew they couldn’t stop her
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| She holds tight to me and the Bible
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| On the back seat of my motercycle
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| Left her daddy standin’there
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| Preachin’to the choir
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| You see… God love her
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| Oh me and God love her
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| She kissed her mama goodbye
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| Said I’ll be sure 'n phone ya She called from a truck stop
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| In Tucson Arizona
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| With amazing grace
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| We made California line
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| And then my gypsy life
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| Started takin’it’s toll
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| And the fast lane got empty
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| And out of control
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| And just like an angel
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| She saved my soul from the devil
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| Yea she’s a rebel child
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| And a preacher’s daughter
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| She was baptized in dirty water
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| Her mama cried the first time
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| They caught her with me They knew they couldn’t stop her
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| She holds tight to me and the Bible
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| On the back seat of my motercycle
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| Left her daddy standin’there
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| Preachin’to the choir
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| You see… God love her
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| Oh me and God love her
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| Now she holds tight to me and the Bible
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| On the back seat of my motercycle
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| Left her daddy standin’there
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| Preachin’to the choir
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| You see… God love her
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| Oh me and God love her
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| God love her
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| Me and God love her |