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Jos Eyes Of The South

good to me, could you see? I leave my woes At strangers road dispose And let the sun back on my face, whoa It's a soul sense of pride Good Lord, the South

's good to me, 'cause you see - I leave my woes at stranger's road dispose, and let the sun back on my face. It's a soul sense of pride, good lord the south

good to me, 'cause you see - I leave my woes at stranger's road dispose, and let the sun back on my face. It's a soul sense of pride, good lord the south

So tear these pictures off the wall So I can forget about yesterday It's something that I can't forget about this time, can't let this break me down

So tear these pictures off the wall So I can forget about yesterday It's something that I can't forget about this time, can't let this break me down