Richland

Intro 

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Now I'm from a town called Ellaville City 
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It ain't real big but it sure is pretty to me,   yes it be 
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We ride dirt roads in pickup trucks 
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If you don't like that we don't give a sucking on muscadines 
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Sweet miss Sandy, she's a cute little thing she's my country baby 
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Yes she is 



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Oh, Richland 
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Living the life of a true hillbilly 
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It's a long, long way from New York City 
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Richland 
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Find me and my buddies at a fishing hole 
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We ain't got much but we sure got soul 
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Oh, Richland 



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Where would I be without Richland 
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I love the feeling of that country sand between my toes,  don't you know 
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From court house parties and big camp fires 
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We're already floating and we're getting even higher 
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My cousin, Ant Cobb and Kyleski 
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Leaving black marks up and down Seminole street 



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Oh, Richland 
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Living the life of a true hillbilly 
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It's a long, long way from New York City 
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Richland 
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Find me and my buddies at a fishing hole 
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We ain't got much but we sure got soul 
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Oh, Richland 



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Solo 

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Oh, Richland 
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Living the life of a true hillbilly 
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It's a long, long way from New York City 
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Richland 
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Find me and my buddies at a fishing hole 
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We ain't got much but we sure got soul 
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Oh, Richland 



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Outro 

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Where would I be without Richland 
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I love the feeling of that country sand between my toes 
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Living the life of a true hillbilly 
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It's a long, long way from New York City 
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Where would I be without Richland 
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 Ooh! 
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