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Oh, don't the moon look lonesome shinin' thru the trees? |
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Oh don't the moon look lonesome shinin' thru the trees? |
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Don't your arms look lonesome when your baby back's up to leave? |
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Well i'm goin' up on the mountain to call that baby of mine |
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Said i'm goin' up on the mountain to call that baby of mine |
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But something tells me he's not coming back this time |
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We would like to go to the country-- baby can't take you |
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I'm goin' up to the country -- baby can't take you |
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There's nothin' up there a man like you could do |
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He's got a face like a fish |
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Shape like a frog |
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When he loves me I holler uuuuuh-uhhh, hot dog |
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I love that man better than I do myself |
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I love that man better than I do myself |
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But i'm all alone, all alone on the shelf, on the shelf |