Parade - The Old Red Hills Of Home

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Farewell, my Lila

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I'll write every evening

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I've carved our names

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In the trunk of this tree

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Farewell, my Lila

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I miss you already

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And dream of the day

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When I'll hold you again

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In a home safe from fear

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When the Southland is free

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I go to fight for these old hills behind me

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These Old Red Hills of Home

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I go to fight, for these old hills remind me

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Of a way of life that's pure

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Of the truth that must endure

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In a town called Marietta

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In the Old Red Hills of Home

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Pray on this day as I journey beyond them

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These Old Red Hills of Home

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Let all the blood of the North spill upon them

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'Till they've paid for what they've wrought

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Taken back the lies they've taught

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And there's peace in Marietta

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And we're safe again in Georgia

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In the land where Honor lives and breathes

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The Old Red Hills of Home

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Farewell, my Lila

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Farewell


[OLD GD  IER]

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Look there, my Lila

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They call me to tell it

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The lives that we led

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When the Southland was free

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We gave our lives for the old hills of Georgia

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The old red hills of home

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Not much survives of the old hills of Georgia

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But I close my eyes and hear

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All the treasures we held dear


[OLD GD  IER]

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The rushing of the Chattahoochie


[TOWNSPEOPLE]

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The tall pines and the red clay


[OLD GD  IER]

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The rustling in the wind


[TOWNSPEOPLE]

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The blue skies and the dogwood trees


[OLD GD  IER]

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And Mama in the kitchen singin'


[TOWNSPEOPLE]

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A man can grow his cotton


[OLD GD  IER]

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And me and Lila swinging in a tree


[TOWNSPEOPLE]

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And his crops


[OLD GD  IER & TOWNSPEOPLE]

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Oh I hear it calling, calling still!


[OLD G  IDER]

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And I would gladly give

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My good right leg Again

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Again!


[ALL]

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God bless the sight

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Of the old hills of Georgia

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The old red hills of home

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(Kneel down to) Praise those who fight

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For the old hills of Georgia

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For those proud and valiant men

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We'll sing "Dixie" once again

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For the men of Marrietta

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(For the the brothers of Cobb County)

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For the fathers of Atlanta

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(For the patriarchs)

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Who gave everything for Georgia

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And the old red hills of home