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Crying like a baby |
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In my momma's arms |
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The day they came to tell me |
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You were gone |
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What have you done to me |
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You did not do before |
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I had you standing right next to me |
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On the floor |
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Well, we sang in the same places |
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We were a double-draw |
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And the folks came to see us |
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Had it all |
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But they took you to some stony place |
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And they broke your double-jaw |
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Now the pieces of its ivory |
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Line the wall |
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With cold iron in the fireplace |
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And pictures on the wall |
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Well I guess it's a-dying peacefully, so far |
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Yes, I guess it's dying peacefully, so far |
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Crying like a baby |
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In my momma's arms |
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The day they came to tell me |
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You were gone |
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You were gone |
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You were gone |
