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Out in the middle of nowhere
with nothing much else to do,
oh, the night brought us together,
and I lent my heart to you.
Maybe you were running away from something,
with not so much as a plan.
Not living soul to guide you;
“Jesus” tattooed on your hand.

Girl, the whole world’s gone crazy,
and there’s only god to blame.
Somebody called you something sweet once,
it was more than Fulton County Jane.

And when my heart has no rest,
and a thousand things are on my mind,
I’ll always save some room for you.
I won’t let you get left behind.
And I always will remember
when a lonely day is through,
somewhere far from Fulton County
a stranger says a prayer for you.

Girl, the whole world’s gone crazy,
and there’s only god to blame.
Your mother called you something sweet once,
it was more than Fulton County Jane,
Fulton County Jane.

We came into this life with nothing,
and all we’re taking is a name.
That’s why I’ve written you this song.
This is for Fulton County Jane.

Girl, the whole world’s gone crazy,
and there’s only god to blame.
Your mother called you something sweet once, darling.
You’re more than Fulton County,
Fulton County Jane,
Fulton County Jane.

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