She sits there on her front porch every day at 4 o'clock
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Waving at the traffic that runs up and down the block
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Her face and hands are wrinkled and her grey hair almost shines
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Over 50 years have come and gone since she was in her prime.
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A high school girl in blue jeans stops each Thursday afternoon
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They talk about life and love and phases of the moon
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She lets the girl try on her gown she's kept for all these years
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She talks about when she was young, her old eyes filled with tears.
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Didn't she really thrill them back in 1924
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Young men fell in love with her
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When she came through the door
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Every dance was taken
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Still they'd ask for just one more
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Oh she stole their hearts away in 1924
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She holds a photo album as she rocks there in her chair
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Here's the men she almost married a¢æ¡° they all look so debonair
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She remembers all the faces and the night each one proposed
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It makes her feel so young again as her old eyes slowly close.
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The papers never said much when the old maid passed away
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For the man who drove the moving-van it was just another day
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The florist never understood when the young girl left the store
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Just why she sent a wreath that said from the class of '24.
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Didn't she really thrill them back in 1924
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Young men fell in love with her
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When she came through the door
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Every dance was taken
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Still they'd ask for just one more
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Oh she stole their hearts away in 1924.
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Didn't she really thrill them back in 1924
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Young men fell in love with her
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When she came through the door
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Every dance was taken
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Still they'd ask for just one more
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Oh she stole their hearts away in 1924.
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Didn't She Really Thrill Them (Back In 1924)
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| Oak Ridge Boys |
