Oh, southern star, how I wish you would shine
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And show me the way to get home
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I'm blue-collar branded and stuck in a mill
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My life is a stranger to me
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I'm too young to live like I'm over the hill
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And too old to be young and free
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Tired and nowhere bound
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Lost in the eighties that¡¯s where I am
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I need a guiding light
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Shining down to help me make it through the night
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Oh southern star, how I wish you would shine
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And show me the way to go home
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Oh, radio won¡¯t you play me some old song
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And let my mind drift back to ¡®68
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We all have a time and a place where we belong
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Somewhere we can go to escape
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Tired and nowhere bound
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Lost in the eighties that¡¯s where I am
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I need a guiding light
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Shining down to help me make it through the night
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Oh southern star, how I wish you would shine
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And show me the way to go home
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Oh southern star, how I wish you would shine
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And show me the way to go home
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Southern Star
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David Allan Coe |