(D. Yoakam)
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Chorus:
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f you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow
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If you ever get south of the Mason Dixon to the home you left so long ago
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If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins
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If you ever get south of Cincinnati 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 down where the dogwood trees grow
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If you ever get south of the Mason Dixon to the home you left so long ago
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If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins
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If you ever get south of Cincinnati I'll be yours again
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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 down where the dogwood trees grow
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If you ever get south of the Mason Dixon to the home you left so long ago
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If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins
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If you ever get south of Cincinnati I'll be yours again
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Then I'll be yours again
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South of Cincinnatti
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Dwight Yoakam |