The Dirty South Lyrics

by Brian Webb

It's quiet in your garden
Though I left it quite a mess
You asked me to beg your pardon
So I must confess, I will confess

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That one careless wanton gesture
Unlocked your mouth
And one's trash is another's pleasure
here in the dirty south... in the dirty south
With all of these stories that we told
They're too precious now to let go
They're too precious now I know
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I was turning in while you were turning it out
Your talking soft, and thinking out loud
That maybe dogs shouldn't do tricks for free
Baby what's wrong with me?
Baby what's wrong with me?


Come here and save me this morning
Tell me I'm ok
You go to work in the morning, come home in evening
I sit, and you watch me wait

And I know it's time to go
But there is so much to say
I can find a couple of reasons to hang around here
But I can find a million more to just walk away... i should away
With all of these stories that we told
They're too precious now to let go
They're so precious now I know

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