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First time I felt the magic of her kiss
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Was under a Carolina moon
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Sweet Southern style
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Tender but a little wild
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For me no other love will ever do
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Her voice is like the whisper
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Of a warm wind through the pines
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Her smile can reach the soul of any man
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Her heart is strong, her love is true
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And her touch is soft as lace
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There ain't nothing like a woman with Southern grace
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You should see the way she walks into a room
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It's almost like her feet don't touch the floor
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But when the chips are down
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Her feet are firmly on the ground
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I could never ask for any more
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Her voice is like the whisper
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Of a warm wind through the pines
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Her smile can reach the soul of any man
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Her heart is strong, her love is true
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And her touch is soft as lace
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There ain't nothing like a woman with Southern grace
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She's got me fallin' in her eyes again tonight
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Lost in lovin' arms as the world goes by
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Her voice is like the whisper
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Of a warm wind through the pines
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Her smile can reach the soul of any man
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Her heart is strong, her love is true
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And her touch is soft as lace
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There ain't nothing like a woman
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There ain't nothing like a woman
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No there ain't nothing like my woman
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Southern grace
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Southern Grace
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| Little Texas |
