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Look up, look down this lonesome road |
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Hang down your head and cry |
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For we often lose some things in life |
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That makes us wonder why |
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Oh the fairest love I ever had |
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Now sleeps beneath the clay |
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I live in hopes and dreams of her |
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That we'll meet again someday |
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I often sit and wonder why |
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Life has to be this way |
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But after all is said and done |
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I'm sure God has his say |
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I'd like to be a small part of life |
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With some few things to achieve |
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Just to know I've been a fruitless cause |
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Would give my poor heart grief |
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Now when they lower my casket down |
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In some lonesome grave to rest |
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And you take your last look at my face |
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You can say I done my best |
