(written by Shelby Lynee and Bill Botrell)
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Heaven knows this ain't no Margaret Mitchell
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where the oak trees meet the pines
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I know it might sound kinda simple
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oh but it's mine oh it's mine
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Thought I heard a logman cuttin' timber
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down the Mississippi line
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I'm up the old Tombigbee river
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high as the pines, all the time
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Elegamment les batos passant
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ben on la flota vec du van
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all I'm trying to say is I'm
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never far away from
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Alabama frame of mind
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Jubilation risin' on the bayou
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celebration in the wind
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Father Pat gives benediction
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cross the Coden bridge again
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Crickets spreadin' rumors by the shoreline
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with the lonesome lady whine
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crab trap full of nothin
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I'm high as the tide, all the time
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Where I'm From
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Shelby Lynne |