| I was sitting in a truck stop, overheard a conversation
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| He was spilling out his heart and soul to her
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| He had that diamond in his hand, he was a lovesick, desperate man
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| Trying with all his might when he found the words
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| And he said
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| There’ll be no peaches down in Georgia, no oil in Oklahoma
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| No sun in Arizona, no stars in California
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| No cowboys out in Texas, no wheat fields in Kansas
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| No Colorado skies of blue
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| When I stop loving you
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| For a moment he was heart broke, as she smiled and hesitated
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| She was looking like she couldn’t make up her mind
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| Then he went down on one knee in front of God, the crowd and me
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| Swallowed hard and gave it one more try
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| There’ll be no cars in Detroit City, no cotton in Mississippi
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| No mountains in Montana, no red clay in Alabama
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| No bluegrass in Kentucky, Vegas won’t be lucky
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| And Memphis won’t be home of the blues
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| When I stop loving you
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| Everybody in that truck stop held their breath
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| As he waited to hear what she would say
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| They all stood up and cheered when she said yes
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| And he promised her until his dying day
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| When I stop loving you (no peaches down in Georgia)
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| When I stop loving you (no oil in Oklahoma)
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| Girl, when I stop loving you |