Mister pull up a chair
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I got time for tears
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Tell me all the stories that you never did
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Of the salty south
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The Seminoles held out
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While Geronimo died in a lonely jail
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A thousand tides, and
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A thousand waves
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Takin' it all away
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It'll come back in
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We'll be gone by then
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And it's a miracle we ever learned to live
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Drain that land
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For a better plan
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Sugarcane and the civil man
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But now the ringin' dead them pines
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Planted in that time
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We gonna keep on killin' till they get it right
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A thousand tides, and
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A thousand waves
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Takin' it all away
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It'll come back in
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We'll be gone by then, oh
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And it's a miracle we ever learned to live
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I remember the wind
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As it was settlin'
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And every sun goin' down was a picture then
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But we look back at 'em framed
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They all look the same
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There's no sense of time, no sense of pain
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A thousand tides, and
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A thousand waves
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Takin' it all away
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And it'll come back in
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We'll be gone by then, oh
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And it's a miracle we ever learned to give
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Salty South
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| Indigo Girls |
