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| Stoney Mountain, West Virginia |
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| Is the | place I long to | be |
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| Stoney | Mountain, West Vir- | ginia |
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| Where my | darlin' waits for | me. |
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| Left my home one Sunday mornin' |
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| I struck | out for Tennes- | see |
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| To sing my | songs and make my for- | tune |
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| And join the | Grand Ole Op- | ry. |
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| A man told me, son, you ain't got it |
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| Go back | home while there's still | time |
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| But I couldn't | stand the thought of | diggin' |
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| In that old | Stoney Mountain | mine. |
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| I fell in with bad companions |
| Robbed a bank in Memphis town |
| Headed south scared and runnin' |
| They caught me in Birmingham. |
| Jailor! Jailor! Pen and paper |
| Write this letter for me, please |
| To Stoney Mountain, West Virginia |
| And make me just a memory. |
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