From: dpyle50@gmail.com   
      
   Bob did Old Black Magic again and also   
      
   South Of Cincinnati by Dwight Yoakam   
   Chorus:   
   If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow   
   If you ever get south of the Mason-Dixon to the home you left so long ago   
   If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins   
   If you ever get south of Cincinnati I'll be yours again   
      
   She pulled the letter from the pages of her Bible   
   And a rose pressed inside the book of Luke   
   For fourteen years she'd write each day but keep it hidden   
   Refused to even speak his name, but still she wrote   
      
   Chorus:   
   If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow   
      
   If you ever get south of the Mason-Dixon to the home you left so long ago   
   If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where Dixieland begins   
   If you ever get south of Cincinnati I'll be yours again   
      
   At a cold gray apartment in Chicago   
   A cigarette drowns inside a glass of gin   
   He lies there drunk, but it don't matter drunk or sober   
   He'll never read the words that pride won't let her send   
      
   Chorus:   
   If you ever get south of Cincinnati down where the dogwood trees grow   
   If you ever get south of the Mason-Dixon to the home you left so long ago   
   If you ever get south of the Ohio River down where dixieland begins   
   If you ever get south of Cincinnati I'll be yours again   
   Then I'll be yours again   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)