It's four o'clock in the mornin',
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I hate to call you when it's stormin',
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but I didn't have a choice.
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I know you must be sleepin',
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don't wanna wake you from your dreamin',
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it's so good to hear your voice.
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Did you win your game?
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Do you feel the same?
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I can smell the rain from here.
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I love you so much.
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I miss your touch.
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Feels like I've been gone a year.
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One hundred miles from Spartanburg,
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just outside of Orangeburg,
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I'm in my head tonight.
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The place I played was a drag, Shari.
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Don't know why I even gig there,
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but the band was good and tight.
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How's your mom and dad?
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God it makes me sad to be apart from you.
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Are your kids ok?
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Tell 'em I said "hey."
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I'll be home Sunday after two.
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Shari, I don't know where I'm goin',
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don't know which way the wind is blowin'.
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I just hope I'm doin' right.
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I feel the cold wind in my face now,
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But I'm pickin' up the pace now.
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I guess we both should say goodnight.
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I hope you win your game.
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You know I feel the same.
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I'll be home soon to wipe away your tears.
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I love you so much.
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I miss your touch.
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Feels like I've been gone a year.
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Is it stormin' still?
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Are there daffodils?
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I can smell that rain from here.
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For Shari
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Shawn Mullins |