| Hillbilly girl just as sweet as wine
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| Grew up in a thicket like a muskadine
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| Said you’d get a little touch of that holy ghost
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| See a catfish head on a corner post
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| Well I make my hay in the sunshine honey
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| Ain’t nothin' like you ever come my way
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| Well I give you every bit of my spending money
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| Give me just a minute of your time of day
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| Well I never go and fall in love too quick, never have and never will now
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| Well that’s the kinda liquor that’ll make a man sick
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| You try to fool me into thinking that you’re so refined
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| But you’re the kind of liquor to make a man go stone blind
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| Well I make my hay in the sunshine honey
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| Ain’t nothin' like you ever come my way
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| Well I give you every bit of my spending money
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| Give me just a minute of your time of day
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| Got a head full of whiskey
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| You know I gotta belly full of crow
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| But if you’re coming with me
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| Little mama better let me know
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| I make my hay in the sunshine honey
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| Ain’t nothin' like you ever come my way
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| Well I give you every bit of my spending money
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| Give me just a minute of your time
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| Give me just a minute of your time now, mama
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| Well I make my hay in the sunshine honey
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| Ain’t nothin' like you ever come my way
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| Well I give you every bit of my spending money
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| Give me just a minute of your time of day |