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Up to Tennessee, back down to Florida, The land of bright and free. Shoot through Alabama. The land that's mine. The land That's yours. Back to Mississippi, to see the Bright billed birds. Down then to the ocean South-new orleans. Where the captains are The boatmen, and the sailors set you free. A pipe Of tobacco, a sail down to go. Rolling dice to Tijuana, down to mexico.
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Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 6:24 PM UTC
Down to mexico
Up to Tennessee, back down to Florida, The land of bright and free. Shoot through Alabama. The land that's mine. The land That's yours. Back to Mississippi, to see the Bright billed birds. Down then to the ocean South-new orleans. Where the captains are The boatmen, and the sailors set you free. A pipe Of tobacco, a sail down to go. Rolling dice to Tijuana, down to mexico.
tommy-jackson
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Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 6:24 PM UTC
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