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Compared to my father I'm a college boy Who never learned to saw a straight line Compared to my mother I'm a sinner Who never saw the light But I read my bible every day I worked my hands in wood I ain't always done my best but I've done the best I could Compared to you I am Appalachian south When I hear those sweet words like peaches in your mouth I know that your roots run underneath this clay To the place that makes a dreamer never wanna run away Where love is rare Love that's true I ain't never met a woman in my life That compared to you Compared to my brother I'm a seeker Who just wanted way too much Compared to my sister I'm a loner Who is livin' out of touch And I've got nowhere else to be Would you like to take a walk Or just sit here and let me hear you talk? Compared to you I am Appalachian south When I hear those sweet words like peaches in your mouth You talk with a drawl and I talk with a twang But underneath it all we both mean the same thing Love is rare Love that's true I ain't never met a woman in my life That compared to you
Well now that you know all of that Do you think that we could maybe close this gap? Compared to you I am Appalachian south When I hear those sweet words like peaches in your mouth I know that your roots run underneath this clay To the place that makes a dreamer never wanna run away Where love is rare Love that's true I ain't never met a woman in my life That compared to you
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