| Oh the time has passed
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| Since the old man yelled about
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| The southern man
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| Oh the time has a-changed
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| Banjos played the song of rearrange
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| Haunting ghosts from the past
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| That creep around and tell
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| That we will never last
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| Still the Wheels are deep down in the ditch
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| We’ve lost the sight of the saving track
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| So listen to the song, Sylvia
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| Southern people never let their leaders down
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| Can’t you here the rain, Sylvia
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| Swinging bullwhip over foreign heads
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| Bragging 'round of our peaceful nest
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| Swimming around in gold
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| Spoiled by oil
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| Creating debts for the little ones
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| So how long will it last, Sylvia
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| Southern people need another leading man
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| You claim your faith, Sylvia
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| But your spirit seems so very dead.
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| Sylvi Bell, I’ve seen your inner child
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| Remember that we’re all gonna die
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| Rear view mirror will be our judge
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| Turn the other cheek and make a smile
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| So dear to love, Sylvia
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| One day it’s your turn, Sylvia
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| The world is to small, Sylvia |