[Chorus:]
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If you ever get south of Cincinnati
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Down where the Dogwood trees grow
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If you ever get south of the Mason Dixon
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To the home you left so long ago
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If you ever get south of the Ohio River
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Down where Dixieland begins
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If you ever get south of Cincinnati
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I'll be yours again.
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She pulled the letter from the pages of her Bible
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And a rose pressed inside the Book of Luke
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For fourteen years she'd write each day but keep it hidden
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Refused to even speak his name, but still she wrote:
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[Chorus:]
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If you ever get south of Cincinnati
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Down where the Dogwood trees grow
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If you ever get south of the Mason Dixon
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To the home you left so long ago
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If you ever get south of the Ohio River
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Down where Dixieland begins
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If you ever get south of Cincinnati
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I'll be yours again.
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[Instrumental]
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At a cold gray apartment in Chicago
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A cigarette drowns inside a glass of gin
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He lies there drunk but it don't matter drunk or sober
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He'll never read the words that pride won't let her send
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[Chorus:]
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If you ever get south of Cincinnati
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Down where the Dogwood trees grow
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If you ever get south of the Mason Dixon
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To the home you left so long ago
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If you ever get south of the Ohio River
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Down where Dixieland begins
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If you ever get south of Cincinnati
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I'll be yours again.
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Then I'll be yours again...
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[Instrumental to fade]
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South Of Cinncinnati
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| Dwight Yoakam |
