| One, two
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| Come on
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| Hey
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| Ooh, yeah
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| Deep in the heart of the heartland
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| Where the corn fields grow
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| You drove all night in circles
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| Singing with the radio
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| I was the third string tight end
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| 6'2"and shy
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| She was the banker’s daughter
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| Was the middle of July
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| She said, «Meet me 'neath that Magnolia
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| Out past the briars and bees»
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| The rivers rolling slow, yeah, and there’s jasmine in the breeze
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| While we can, let’s take a chance
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| Don’t get many nights like these
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| 'Cause young don’t last forever
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| And good hearts don’t grow on trees, no, they don’t
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| Oh
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| I was working 'til seven
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| Pumping gas on South Street
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| My buddy Chip was behind the counter
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| Didn’t need no ID
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| I was sitting on a branch when she pulled up
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| Said, «What'd you tell your mom?»
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| She turned them headlights off and it didn’t take us long
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| And we danced 'neath that Magnolia
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| Out past the briars and bees
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| The rivers rolling slow, yeah, and there’s jasmine in the breeze
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| While we can, let’s take a chance
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| Don’t get many nights like these
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| 'Cause young don’t last forever
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| And good hearts don’t grow on trees, no, they don’t
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| Yeah, ooh
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| It’s a shame that, that you grow up when you do
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| 'Cause all the miles and all the years take a piece of you
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| I guess everything gets cut down over time
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| But that don’t mean I don’t go back there in my mind
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| Back 'neath that Magnolia
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| Out past the briars and bees
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| The rivers rolling slow, yeah, and there’s jasmine in the breeze
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| While we can, let’s take a chance
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| Don’t get many nights like these
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| 'Cause young don’t last forever
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| And good hearts don’t grow on trees, no, they don’t
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| Yeah, good hearts don’t grow on trees
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| Good hearts don’t grow on trees |