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Written by Patti Lynn
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Wednesday, 27 April 2005 20:07 |
Manitoba Digital Music File
I was born and raised a Southern lady
Brought up on sugar sands and warm sunshine
And when I married that young Canadian farmer
I'd never been above the Mason-Dixon Line
When that first winter Norther' started blowing
A lonely desperation made my blood run cold
And that long dead hour of midnight
Sometimes it almost froze my very soul
Chorus
North to Manitoba
My letter is on it's way
And I hope this time tomorrow
He'll understand just why I couldn't stay
I guess his folks will say I never loved him
But if he reads between the lines he'll know I care
And up there it sure is pretty
And I'll be taking lots of memories we shared
But my southern roots I guess run deeper
Than my love for him or that way of life
Though it's a lesson too late for the learning
I'll never make a grain farmers wife
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