| You remind me of a Sunday
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| Back home in ole' Kentucky
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| With the church choirs just beltin' through the pines
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| And I love you like the mountains
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| Love’s the way the mornin' opens
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| To a soft and bright greetin' from the sun
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| So if it’d make you stay
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| I wouldn’t act so angry all the time
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| I wouldn’t keep it all inside
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| And I’d let you know how much I loved you every day
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| So darlin' will ya stay right here
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| And shake this frost off of my bones
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| Well I used to ride a Mustang
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| And I’d run that thing on high hopes
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| Til' they raised the price of dreams so high I couldn’t pay
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| So I let that car just sit there
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| When I should’ve took you driving
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| With the windows down while the music played
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| So if it’d make you stay
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| I wouldn’t act so angry all the time
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| I wouldn’t keep it all inside
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| And I’d let you know how much I loved you every day
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| So darlin' will ya stay right here
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| And shake this frost off of my bones
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| Darlin' will ya stay right here
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| And shake this frost off of my bones |