November's almost over, gentle winter's on the way
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Still I sit here on this balcony, smoke my brain away
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Waiting on that phone to ring
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Wondering which day that it will be
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Oh Carrie, I pray one day you'll go back home
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To the warmth of Southern Georgia where you belong
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And leave all the pain you've felt from me here in Missouri
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Oh, you were just a young girl and I swore I could change
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Everyday that you forgive me, is just another one you'll waste
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You came here in search of something true
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Looks like, girl, your searching isn't through
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Oh Carrie, I pray one day you'll go back home
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To the warmth of Southern Georgia where you belong
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And leave all the pain you've felt from me here in Missouri
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It's hard to think that everything around her
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To know that won't be happy ever after
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Oh Carrie, I pray one day you'll go back home
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To the warmth of Southern Georgia where you belong
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Leave all the pain you've felt from me here in Missouri
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Oh Carrie, I pray one day you'll go back home
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To the warmth of Southern Georgia where you belong
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And leave all the pain you've felt from me here in Missouri
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Here in Missouri, Missouri, Missouri
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Missouri
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| David Nail |
