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ROUND & ROUND
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Go down this dirt road about a half a mile
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You'll find that old brick church still sitting there
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With its holy oaks so burdened with Spanish moss
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That its very limbs seem to bow in prayer.
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And there's Jesus in the air.
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Pass the cemetery where all the young people go
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Cause there is no where else that they can drink
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Where the law won't bother them and no one will know
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Cause sometimes a young woman just needs to think.
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Talk to the olb black man who will make the observation that we're still grouped into the haves and have-nots
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Yeah it's been a long time since integration but it seems some folks here, they forgot.
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(chorus)
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It's every virtue and every vice
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It's a big fat Americana slice
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But there's space down here in this little town
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And I can spread my arms and spin round and round
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Well you don't have to be Baptist to escape hell's flames
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But it wouldn't hurt to have one as a friend you know
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We all go to bed early, don't take the Lord's name in vain
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But if it's good beer and food you better believe we go.
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If you're in the mood for a scare tonight
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There's a topless bar just up the interstate
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Otherwise I'll see you in bowling shoes
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Or in 3-D glasses or on roller skates
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Well we are quarterbacks and homecoming queens
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And we are best all around and most likely to succeed
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And it's Friday night and the back seat's getting hot
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It's the hicks against the hippies in the parking lot.
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ROUND & ROUND
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Jennifer Nettles Band |