| Back before these calloused hands and all this work
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| We used to sit up at the flats
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| Acting like we’d live forever
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| Getting high and skipping class
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| Yeah I reckon we were heathens
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| But in her eyes we were saints
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| Now you’re calling all the boys home
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| Because heavens angels carried her away
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| So I will follow you to Virgie
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| Although it hurts me so
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| To lay to rest this mountain beauty
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| The lord’s called home
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| I can see her up in glory
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| I can see her through the pines
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| Back when all us boys were tryin'
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| To make sense of all these strings
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| I can see her in the corner
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| Singing along to all our crazy dreams
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| So I will follow you to Virgie
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| Although it hurts me so
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| To lay to rest this mountain beauty
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| That the Lord’s called home
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| I can see her up in glory
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| I can see her through the pines
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| I will follow you to Virgie
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| Because that’s what us boys are for
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| To help you out when you get weary
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| And you can’t go no more
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| And can’t you see her up there, Cody
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| I can see her through the pines
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| Sayin' 'boys be good' |