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Oh, if he's dressed up to killHis feet won't keep stillYou know He's a Son of the SouthOh, if he sings with a swingAnd struts like a kingYou can bet He's a Son of the SouthHear woman sighWhen he goes byHe's their delightHe's so politeIf he's right on the spotAnd the music gets hotYou can bet He's a Son of the South!
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