Baby, I’m not waiting
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I’m just holding on to good
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It’s still early, it’s still more than I should
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I’m off to Carolina
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I’m gonna wear my mama’s boots
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We may be parted, but that don’t cut us at the roots
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’Cause in the morning, in the morning
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Sometimes I think about the way you held me
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In the morning, in the morning
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Sometimes I think about the way you held me
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It’s colder in November
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The leaves are turning on the limbs
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The color’s brightest just before the branches thin
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And, yes, I still remember
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But I am trying to begin
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I met a new love and I’m growing into him
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But in the morning, in the morning
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Sometimes I think about the way you held me
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In the morning, in the morning
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Sometimes I think about the way you held me
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I see a new flag rising on an old flagpole
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A shotgun fired in the firing hole
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I’ll let the snow keep falling till my world is white
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I don’t need your hand tonight
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But in the morning, in the morning
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Sometimes I think about the way you held me
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Holding On To Good
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| Delta Rae |
