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Robert Craig Cole
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Robert Craig Cole
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She gets her traits from her mama
A hard-working, strong-willed woman
She'd be a dime plus ninety-nine
On a scale of one hundred
But her beauty sinks much deeper
Than the woman you see when you first meet her
Takes my breath away every time
I sit and think to myself "She's all mine"
Like a midnight view of the northern lights
A red sunset in a Carolina sky
My girl's out of this world
She's one of a kind
I never dreamed the day I met her
I'd ever get a ring on that finger
But she took a chance, she rolled the dice
And she made me, the luckiest man alive
You can label her as country
Mixed with a frappe junkie
Cowgirl boots and a cheetah shirt
Yeah, to me she's kinda funky
But I wouldn't trade her for nothing
Good Lord knew I needed her loving
I'm thankful every day for my precious pearl
Yeah, there ain't nothing like my small-town Lumbee girl
Like a midnight view of the northern lights
A red sunset in a Carolina sky
My girl's out of this world
She's one of a kind
I never dreamed the day I met her
I'd ever get a ring on that finger
But she took a chance, she rolled the dice
And she made me, the luckiest man alive
Yeah, I'm the luckiest man alive
I've read the book on how love goes
Seen every Juliet kiss every Romeo
And I've yet to find another woman like mine
Like a midnight view of the northern lights
A red sunset in a Carolina sky
My girl's out of this world
She's one of a kind
I never dreamed the day I met her
I'd ever get a ring on that finger
But she took a chance, she rolled the dice
Yeah, now there's not a doubt in my mind
I'm the luckiest man alive
Yeah, I'm the luckiest man alive
Written by: Robert Craig Cole
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