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These are the words of a frontier man |
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Who lost his love when he turned bad |
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Take a message to Mary |
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But don't tell here where I am |
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Take a message to Mary |
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But don't say I'm in a jam |
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You can tell her that I had to see the world |
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Tell her that my ship set sail |
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You can say she'd better not wait for me |
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But don't tell her I'm in jail |
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Oh, don't tell her I'm in jail |
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Take a message to Mary |
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But don't tell her what I've done |
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Please, don't mention the stage coach |
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And the shot from a carried gun |
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You better tell her that I had to change my plans |
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And cancel out the wedding day |
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But please, don't mention the lonely cell |
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Where I'm gonna pine away until my dying day |
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Take a message to Mary |
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But don't tell her all you know |
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My heart is aching for Mary |
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Lord know I miss her so |
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Just tell her that I went to Timbuktu |
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Tell her I'm searching for gold |
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You can say she better find someone new |
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To cherish and to hold, oh Lord, this cell is so cold |