| Hot afternoon, sometime in june
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| Sittin' on the front porch waitin' on the moon
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| Talkin' to my neighbor next door ain’t never ever very much fun
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| Go get my car, and my guitar, ride through town with the top down
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| Maybe I could buy me some beer, run out and look at the farms
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| And they call it the South, it’s the land of the free
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| It lost the only war it ever fought in history
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| But I love the South, it’s the land of the free
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| It’s the land of hush your mouth, 'n Joe South
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| And that’s home to me
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| She was born in '52, she finished in a Mississippi school
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| And something about her that turns you on
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| She’s different, like another world
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| And you can tell she’s not a New York girl
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| And something about her kiss that takes you home
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| But she was born in the South, Memphis, Tennessee
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| She was rich in looks from a poor Memphis family
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| But she will stay in the South, it’s the land of the free
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| It’s the land of hush your mouth, 'n Joe South
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| And that’s home to me
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| California, I love you, your hills are high and your oceans blue
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| In LA there’s always something to do, and you’re never alone
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| But I like Fall, and I like Spring, I love snow and I love rain
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| And there’s something about LA I can’t call home
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| I guess I’ll stay in the South, it’s the land of the free
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| It lost the only war it ever fought in history
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| But I love the South, it’s the land of the free
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| It’s the land of hush your mouth, 'n Joe South
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| And that’s home to me… |