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G C
Oh, where I come from, there ain’t nobody
G C
Nobody quite like you
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Who blessed my soul is cold on Sunday, and
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Always evades the truth
G C
Whose lingo comes from God knows where, and he
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Surely knows more than I
G C
Who also knows how mocked I am
G C
When you call me your kuschty rye
(Chorus)
G C
And I say hey, hey honey
G C
I hold you way up too high for me
G C
Whoa, now come on baby
G C
I put you way up too high for me
G C
She learned me life is sweet, and God is good
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And he always will provide
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She taught me all I ever knew, and she
G C
Taught me more besides
(Chorus)
(First Verse)
(Repeat Chorus ad infinitum)
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