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The barefoot southerner walks the land He revels in charming Appalachia A smile of his home How to make our way out west? The skies are eternal loving arms Wrapped around the mountains A feeling of home How to make our way out west? The sunset of the Cumberland ridge The sky becomes blood in your veins A heartbeat of home How to make our way out west
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May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 5:58 PM UTC
Cumberland Gap
The barefoot southerner walks the land He revels in charming Appalachia A smile of his home How to make our way out west? The skies are eternal loving arms Wrapped around the mountains A feeling of home How to make our way out west? The sunset of the Cumberland ridge The sky becomes blood in your veins A heartbeat of home How to make our way out west
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May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 5:58 PM UTC
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