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you're. Strong in reason. Strong in reason The time has come. To flex your back. Another day. For you, meat-rack. Strong in reason Strong in maker. Strong in arm. Strong with almost perfect charm
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. Strong in reason. . The time has come. To flex your back. Another day. For you, meat-rack. Strong in reason. . Strong in maker. Strong in arm. Strong with almost perfect charm. Strong intention
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You make my body mighty strong. You make my body strong. You make my body mighty strong. You make my body strong. . You make, you make, you make my body strong. You make, you make, you make my
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the jukebox jumpin'. With a silly melody I heard, dixie rock and that dixie roll. Had a real good beat, yes it did. And a whole lotta soul. Oh, yeah Come on, play some good time music. Just the way
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of new flames. But after all is said and done. There's only one that remains Dixie fire burning down in my soul. Dixie fire, it never leaves me cold. It took a hometown girl to show me. How cool
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Oh take me home, baby Man that dixie music makes. Move your feet around. Another blast of that southern mass. In the good ole' country sound. Ain't nothing like that feel. When the band starts
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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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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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strong woman, strong woman, strong woman, strong woman. Strong woman, strong woman, strong woman, strong woman Your dedicated but your playing, I suggest that you, you finna lose play to lose. Because
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' on the stars in the southern sky. And sometimes we used to sing We were leaning. Leaning on the everlasting arms of love. Livin' all the simple joys. This Dixie boy is made of Got my real education
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big beautiful country. But I'm never home too soon It ain't Dixie, it won't do. If it ain't Dixie it don't feel quite like home. My southern blood runs deep and true, oh yeah I've had good times
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