South of Cincinnati - Dwight Yoakam

    If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow
    If you ever get south of the Mason Dixon to the home you left so long ago
    If you get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins
    If you ever get south of Cincinnati I'll be yours again

    She pulled the letter from the pages of her Bible
    And a rose pressed inside the Book of Luke
    For fourteen years she'd write each day but keep it hidden
    Refused to even speak his name, but still she wrote:

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    At a cold grey apartment in Chicago
    A cigarette drowns inside a glass of gin
    He lies there drunk, but it don't matter drunk or sober
    He'll never read the words that pride won't let her send

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    Then I'll be yours again


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