| Church bells ring at your window and I know that all of these things
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| Are surely found to be holy in the presence of the Lord
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| Tell me all that your feeling and I will believe every word
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| 'Cause to think you would speak out in lies
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| Baby that just sounds ubsurd
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| And if you want me to go I will
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| But if you need me to stay baby that’d be a thrill
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| 'Cause tomorrow will be a long, hard road out of Ohio and I’ll hate every mile
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| That takes me back to Kentucky and away from your smile
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| Hold me and tell me you need me
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| I need you more than you know
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| 'Cause now that I’ve found what I wanted it’s hard to let it go
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| And the hills have always been home
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| But now that I’ve found you the shadows seem cold
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| And tomorrow will be a long, hard road out of Ohio and I’ll hate every mile
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| That takes me back to Kentucky and away from your smile
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| And if you want me to go I will
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| But if you need me to stay baby that’d be a thrill
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| 'Cause tomorrow will be a long, hard road out of Ohio and I’ll hate every mile
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| That takes me back to Kentucky and away from your smile |