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they all leave town |
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Sometime,
when we all show up |
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---'s
got a pickup truck |
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They
come down here to get some kinda degree |
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At
a little southern University |
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From
New Jersey and Delaware |
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Funny
clothes and funny hair |
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Those
northern girls like to cut loose |
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When
you're spitting that tobacco juice |
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Oh,
but they all leave town |
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When
summer rolls around |
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I
really miss those kids |
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All
that higher education we did |
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The
local women got no teeth |
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my
-- they all gotta be |
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Three
kids and one on the way |
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But
it's the same thing everyday |
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Don't
go telling my sweet Loiuse |
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I've
been seeing no college girl, please |
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That'd
really make her jump and shout |
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Daddy
get his shotgun out |
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Aw,
when they all leave town |
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when
summer rolls around |
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I
do what I'm told |
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For
three months I'm good as gold |
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Ah,
but they're back next fall |
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I
can't wait to see 'em all |
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Little
girls in their brand new shoes |
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They
can't wait to hear my sing the blues |
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I
hope y'all remember me |
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Not
as this dirty redneck you see |
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But
one who still serves higher learning today |
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Just
in a low down kinda way |
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I'm
feeling guilty so I must confess |
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One
thing about it give me no rest |
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I
hate to hear 'em call my name |
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'cause
that yankee accent drive a man insane |
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Aw,
but they all leave town |
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when
summer rolls around |
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I
cool off in the shade |
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Drink
my lemonade |
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Maybe
they all laugh at me |
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In
Deleware and New Jersey |
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But
they can do just what they please |
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Pass
the cornbread, sweet Louise |
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And
they all leave town... |