Now being from the south
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I never had a doubt
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What kind of girl I want
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I'd pick a Georgia peach
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Or a Mississippi queen
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Or a Dallas debutante
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But I met a little blonde from above and beyond
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The Mason/Dixon line
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Now she ain't a Dixie dumplin'
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But let me tell you something
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Lord she more than qualifies
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She likes Elvis she likes Andy
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She's just as pretty as can be
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She's the number one fan of
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Both Graceland and Mayberry RFD
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she ain't a southern belle
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But it's hard to tell
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She's got every quality
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She likes Elvis she likes Andy
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So she's fine and dandy with me
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I took her home for Christmas
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to try some southern dishes
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my mama's famous for
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but mama through a fit
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cuz she wouldn't eat her grits
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it was looking like the civil war
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I was hoping like the devil
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they would meet up in the middle
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but neither one would budge
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then I heard them in the kitchen
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a-laughing and a-giggling singing a-hunka hunka burning love
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She likes Elvis she likes Andy
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She's just as pretty as can be
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She's the number one fan of
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Both Graceland and Mayberry RFD
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she ain't a southern belle
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But it's hard to tell
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She's got every quality
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She likes Elvis she likes Andy
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So she's fine and dandy with me
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No she ain't a southern belle
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But it's hard to tell
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She's got every quality
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She likes Elvis she likes Andy
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So she's fine and dandy with me
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She likes Elvis she likes Andy
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So she's fine and dandy with me
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Elvis & Andy
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| Confederate Railroad |
