From p.balm@cwctv.net  Tue Aug 20 16:55:00 2002

KUSCHTY RYE

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Oh where I come from there ain't 
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nobody,nobody quite like you.
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Who blessed my soul is cold on sunday
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and always evades the truth.
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Whose lingo comes from, God knows where
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and he surely knows more than I.
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Who knows how mocked I am when you call 
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me your Kuschty Rye.

CHORUS
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And I say hey oh honey, I hold you way up 
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to high for me. Wooh come on baby, I 
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put you way up too high for me.


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She'd learned me life is sweet and God is 
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good and he always will provide. She 
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taught me all I never knew and she taught 
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me more besides.  CHORUS

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Said where I come from there ain't
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nobody, nobody quite like you who blessed 
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my soul she swears on sunday always 
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evades the truth. Whose lingo comes from 
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God knows where and he surely knows more 
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than I who knows how mocked I am when you 
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call me your Kuschty Rye. CHORUS