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Oh, where I come from, there ain’t nobody
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Nobody quite like you
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Who blessed my soul is cold on Sunday, and
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Always evades the truth
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Whose lingo comes from God knows where, and he
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Surely knows more than I
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Who also knows how mocked I am
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When you call me your kuschty rye
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And I say hey, hey honey
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I hold you way up too high for me
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Whoa, now come on baby
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I put you way up too high for me
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She learned me life is sweet, and God is good
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And he always will provide
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She taught me all I ever knew, and she
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Taught me more besides
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(First Verse)
(Repeat Chorus ad infinitum)
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