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Meet me in Kentucky next summer West Virgina in the fall I'm just the one you wanna see this winter Bring a pack Leave your daddie's Bible Well sit on some steps Just kidding each other on the porch come Spring I'll take you back next summer My mom told me it wasn't ok to cry But even the warmest Janurary makes me hide
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Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 12:03 AM UTC
Kentucky next Summer
Meet me in Kentucky next summer West Virgina in the fall I'm just the one you wanna see this winter Bring a pack Leave your daddie's Bible Well sit on some steps Just kidding each other on the porch come Spring I'll take you back next summer My mom told me it wasn't ok to cry But even the warmest Janurary makes me hide
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Sep 6, 2013
Sep 6, 2013 at 12:03 AM UTC
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