THIS AIN'T MISSOURI
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A love song, sung by Bob White and his wife, Inez, using electronic voices  Bob, tragically, was killed during the Port Chicago explosion.

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Richard Rendleman, Inez White, and Bill White at Port Chicago

THIS AIN'T MISSOURI, LYRICS

BOB

(0:17) GOOD MORNING HONEY.

YOUR SMILE HAS LIT MY SKY.

LIKE A GOLDEN SUNRISE IN MISSOURI,

BACK HOME.

INEZ

(0:39) I SEE OUR FARM HOUSE.

RIDING BACK FROM AN ALL-NIGHT HAYRIDE.

HOLD ME.

BOB

(0:52) LOVE ME.

BOB and INEZ

(0:55) HOLD ME CLOSE.

BOB

(0:59) THIS AIN’T MISSOURI.

INEZ

(1:03) CAN’T SMELL THE CORN OR PUMPKIN PIE.

BOB and INEZ

(1:08) THIS AIN’T MISSOURI

BUT IT’S STILL OUR HOME.

INEZ

(1:29) YOU ARE MY NAVY MAN.

YOU SET MY SOUL TO SEA.

BUT IT ALWAYS COMES BACK TO MISSOURI.

BOB and INEZ

(1:48) I SEE OUR FARMHOUSE,

AT THE EDGE OF THE SEA’S HORIZON.

HOLD ME.

BOB

(2:01) LOVE ME.

BOB and INEZ

(2:04) HOLD ME CLOSE.

BOB

(2:09) THIS AIN’T MISSOURI.

BOB and INEZ

(2:13) CAN’T SMELL THE CORN OR PUMPKIN PIE.

THIS AIN’T MISSOURI,

BUT IT’S STILL OUR HOME.