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Well, here's a story 'bout a southern gal. She got all the parts and she's built quite well. And her name is Dixie Dynamite. She's a lady with beauty and grace. And she's got all this till you
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sweet sweet dixie music really gets into your soul. So mr. dj won't you play that southern rock and roll. You take me out of the country, not the country out of me. New your city's neon lights just
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?. That nothin' could be finer than to sit down and eat'n at the dixie diner. ". . "Alright Miami give it up. rock and roll on a Monday night. ". . "Help this skinny boy out. we've got two more days
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I pull a mad scheme. All around the North Side. Chasin a sweet thing. So unsatisfied. Every time I try. Crazy bout a North Side Gal I got some good talk. But not enough game. Wooin a sweet
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but oh so neat She got money and clothes and diamonds too. There's just nothing that gal can't do. She's got the guys all hangin' around. How she really cools 'em down! Georgia named her. Georgia
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Dixie it don't feel quite like home. My southern blood runs deep and true, oh yeah. I've had good times North of the line. Got a lot of good friends too If it ain't Dixie, it won't do. If it ain't
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". He said,"There ain't no need in me beggin' her to stay". Ol' uncle Dave just shook his head and turned away . He said,"The girl turned ripe and the pickers came today". Fell in love with a gal that
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She walks in the room and checks out the faces. We think she's all the seven wonders of the world. But there's a sadness hidden in the bizarre. Moonlight and madness living in a bell jar She
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No gal made has got A shade. On sweet georgia brown,. Two left feet, oh, so neat,. Has sweet georgia brown!. They all sigh, and want to die,. For sweet georgia brown!. I'll tell you just why
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Showboat coming up the river. See her lanterns flicker in the gentle breeze. I can hear the crickets singing in the evening. Old Dixie Lily moving past the cypress trees My little boat she rocks
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Daniels. Or raised your glass to sweet home Alabam'. Then you can thank Dixie. You can thank Dixie for that. If you ever got a wiff of orange blossoms in the wind. When they start to bloomin' in the spring
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longing and heartache and lust. She's always bad news, it's always lose, lose. So tell me, love, tell me, love, how is that just?. Chorus. But the story is this. She'll destroy with her sweet kiss, her
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willow. Crying over Amarillo. And sweet Marie who waits for me. Sha la la la la la la la. And Marie who waits for me. There's a church bell ringing,. Hear the sound of joy that it's singing. For the
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sipping Diet Sprite. Until curfew we can watch full house. All I really want, sweet wholesome gal. SWG, SWG, SWG. Sweet Wholesome Gal. SWG, SWG, SWG. Sweet Wholesome Gal. Verse 2. And baby I just gotta let
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Love her. and tell her each day. that girl needs to know. tell her so, tell her everything I couldn't say. Like she's warm,and she's sweet and shes's fine, Oh love her like I should have done
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Love her. and tell her each day. that girl needs to know. tell her so, tell her everything I couldn't say. Like she's warm,and she's sweet and shes's fine, Oh love her like I should have done
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you hear a song. That makes you sing along and gets you thinking 'bout her. Then the last several miles turns into a blur, yeah. I hope you both feel the sparks by the end of the drive. I hope you know
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Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock. Jingle bell swing and jingle bell ring. Snowin' and blowin' up bushels of fun. Now the jingle hop has begun Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
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Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock. Jingle bell swing and jingle bell ring. Snowin' and blowin' up bushels of fun. Now the jingle hop has begun Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
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Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock. Jingle bell swing and jingle bell ring. Snowin' and blowin' up bushels of fun. Now the jingle hop has begun Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
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looking for fun. For in her sweet loving hand. She was totin' a 44 gun. To shoot her man if he was doin' her wrong Well Frankie walked into the bar room. And right there in front of her eyes. There was
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, she wasn't looking for fun. For in her sweet loving hand. She was totin' a 44 gun. To shoot her man if he was doin' her wrong. . Well Frankie walked into the bar room. And right there in front of
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Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock. Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring. Snowin' and blowin' up bushels of fun. Now the jingle hop has begun Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
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she takes me back. To the days with Lincoln Continentals and Cadillacs She was a queen of the red white and bell bottom blues. Back in the she'd write her number on a matchbook days. When you'd take
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big. . You're dining at Twenty-one and watchin' your diet. Declining a Charlotte Russe, accepting a fig. When out of a clear blue sky, it's suddenly gal and guy. This could be the start of
