Bare legs soft hands lay upon me
Warm breath on my
She walked up to the doorway
Of a mansion on the
I didn't mean to stumble
And I didn't mean to fall
But
Well, the crowd is getting restless, it's smoky loud and
Oh, Carmelita, why you been gone so long?
I've been sittin'
Mississippi rain coming down on me
Thirty more miles, I'm back
I know he was cruel to you
He kept you down
He
Picked my clothes up, grabbed my suitcase
Never looked back at
Too little money, too many tears
What can I say, I
Are those your eyes
Is that your smile
I've been looking at
Runnin' down the interstate
Coffee drippin' down my leg
Every day I'm
I was born and raised down in the South
You'll know
It's a honky tonk work of art
A still life in
Go ahead and break my heart, just see if I
Our weekend in Atlanta was a total disaster
We argued and
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