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When the evening sun goes down |
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????? baby, and ramble on |
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Don't you let my leavin' grieve you |
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When it comes to rambling, lord, I'm natural born |
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Don't let my leavin' grieve you |
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Don't know where I'm headed |
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Don't remember where I'm from |
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Only when they lay me down will I feel at home |
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Don't let my leavin' grieve you |
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Ten thousand women came from the east and the west |
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To the burial ground as I got my rest |
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Lord I'm good for nothing she said in her Sunday dress |
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But when it comes to ramblin' yonder lies the best |
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Don't let my leavin' grieve you |
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When the evening sun goes down |
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I'm bound to ramble on |
