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She was the white skinned black beauty, The daughter of an Indian Her grandparents raised her In northern Illinois I call her mother.
Chorus: (She was calling love) She was young, yeah (She was calling love) Calling love, ohh!!
He was the son of A hellfire holiness preacher woman They say nobody was wilder, But maybe his brother I call him father.
Chorus: (He was calling love) He was young, yeah!! (He was calling love) Stealing love
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Chorus: She was young Calling love, Yeah! (She was calling love) He was young, oh (She was calling love) Stealing love
We all got together For the first time last September I said "Somebody take a photograph I've got a camera" Now I got me a favorite picture
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