Elvis and Andy

Now bein' from the south,

I never had a doubt,

what kind of girl I'd want.

I'd pick a Georgia peach,

or a Mississippi queen,

or a Dallas Debutante.

But a met a little blonde from above and beyond

the Mason-Dixon line,

now she ain't a dixie dumplin', but let me tell you something

lord she more than qualifies.

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She like Elvis, she likes Andy

She's just as pretty as can be

She's the number one fan

both Graceland and Mayberry RFD

She ain't a Southern bele, but its hard to tell,

She's got every quality.

She likes Elvis, she like Andy,

so shes fine and dandy with me

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I took her home for Christmas

to try some Soutehrn dishes

my mommas famous for.

but momma through a fit

'cause she wouldn't eat her grits

it was lookin' like the civil war

I was hopin' like the Devil

that they'd meet up in the middle

but neither one would budge

then I heard 'em in the kitchen,

laughin' and a gigglin'

singin' hunk-a-hunk-a-burnin' love

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(Musical Interlude)

(chorus)

No she ain't a Southern Belle, but its hard to tell

She has every quality

She like Elvis, she like Andy

so she's fine and dandy with me

She like Elvis, she like Andy

so she's fine and dandy with me