Beneath the floor and never greens
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that kept the ridge on high
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there lives a green-eyed mountain girl
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that stoled my heart one night
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She loved me like I never know
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and chased me down below
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To never feel her touch again
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or taste that mountain snow
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That Appalachian Mountain Girl that haunts me from above
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my heart will never beat the same without her mountain love
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I often wakeup late at night
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dreaming of about her
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then walked on floor till morning comes
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and hope she will return
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That Appalachian Mountain Girl that haunts me from above
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my heart will never beat the same without her mountain love
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Sometimes the wind will blow just right
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and I think I can smell
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The flowers that headlined the road
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That led me to this hell
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That Appalachian Mountain Girl that haunts me from above
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my heart will never beat the same without her mountain love
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Appalachian Mountain Girl
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| Alan Jackson |
